Desperate Times - 39
Nov. 20th, 2008 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hemrageChapter 38 here.
Title: Desperate Times (39/?)
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.)
A/N: I know I usually leave messages from me at the end, but I wanted you to see this before you read the next part. It's an apology. I'm sorry, I'm so far behind on replying to comments it's not even funny. Real life is demanding and it's all I can do to find the time to write. I've put writing ahead of replying to those wonderful things you say. Please don't think your comments aren't appreciated, they really are. They give me the encouragement to keep at this even though RL demands tell me I should slow down. So, I hope you can forgive me ...
Chris wasn’t prone to panic, couldn’t see the point. As far as he was concerned panic made you careless and careless made you dead - and Chris had no desire to be dead, not for a good long while yet.
He pondered the identities of the new arrivals. Whatever they were they were neither highly trained nor disciplined, not the way they’d arrived. But they were serious and enthusiastic. Dangerous – not in spite of the fact, but because they were amateurs. Amateurs who caused chaos and dealt in death, who thrived on an ability to intimidate and commit violence on a whim.
Amateurs who took risks and attracted unwanted attention.
Even here, even now, a gunfight would attract the wrong eyes. One dead body lying in the street could be overlooked, but more than that was just asking for trouble. And since these guys hadn’t done much to conceal the armory they were carrying with them, Chris had no doubt that the body count would be significant.
Chris’ jacket was long enough, had deep enough pockets, to prevent the casual observer from seeing either the gun tucked into his waist band, digging into the small of his back, or the grenades dragging down his pockets – one in his left, two in his right.
They’d been a gift off Andy. Antique and highly polished, from some stupid museum that’d had the misfortune to have its funds cut when money started to be channeled towards the governments more ‘worthwhile’ projects. He’d meant them as a joke – but joke or not, they’d come in handy now.
Ambling across the parking lot, heading towards the entrance of the firetrap that should have been condemned a couple of decades ago, he glanced surreptitiously toward the black saloon. Couldn’t make out the driver, or any other occupants, but the steady plume of the exhaust was enough of a reminder that he could have an audience.
He pulled out his cigarettes. Before he entered the building he took one last, deep breath of cleanish air, before letting the gloom of the unlit lobby swallow him. The stench of piss and shit was barely masked by the plumes of smoke he devoured.
Jared stared at the peeling, mildewed walls, seeking patterns in the stains. He didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to have to think about this, didn’t want to have to make this kind of decision.
Part of him regretted that Jack wasn’t already gone, already nothing more than a mass in the corner of the room. He could plead innocence then, innocence and ignorance. And what kind of a man did that make him? That he’d wish Jack dead just so that he wasn’t faced with having to try to stop Sam from killing him.
And he had to stop Sam, didn’t he? There was no way he could walk away and let Sam finish what he’d started. Even if there was a little voice, insistent and harsh, telling him to do just that - walk away, go back to Chris. Wait for Sam to come out in his own good time.
He didn’t want Jack getting anywhere near Jensen – but he couldn’t be the man who decided Jack deserved to die.
He wouldn’t be that man.
He lowered his gaze, not to the man in the chair, but to the man standing behind him. “You can’t kill him.”
Sam’s head tilted to one side, his hands heavy on Jack’s shoulders, plucking the occasional thread from the blood stained collar. “Why not Jay? Wouldn’t you kill for someone you loved?”
Jared shook his head. Sam spoke so casually, as if he was talking about what to put in a sandwich, as if there wasn’t more than one possible outcome to all this.
There was, wasn’t there?
This was all happening too fast, he needed time to think, get his head straight. What would Jensen do? No, he knew the answer to that. Jensen would think of another punishment, another way Jack could be kept from causing more harm. “Killing him won’t bring her back.”
He hated that his arguments sounded half hearted, unsure.
“I know that, but it will keep Jensen safe. Out of the Center. Or maybe he’ll be sent to the Farm next time. Once he’s had this kid and they’re looking for a daddy for the next one.” Sam stepped out from behind the chair Jack was tied to, “Don’t think this is just about Sarah.”
Jared could see the sincerity in Sam’s face, it didn’t dampen the passion with which he spoke, but it did freak Jared the hell out. Mainly because he’d come to trust Sam’s judgment, where Jensen was concerned especially. He would not sit back and allow Jensen to be hurt if he could avoid it … but what he was suggesting here was execution.
“Do you know for definite it was him?”
“Jared?” Jack’s voice was desperate, forced out past blood and a throat ringed with bruises. The sound compelled Jared to face the man he’d been desperately trying to ignore. “You can’t let him do this. You can’t. He’s lying.”
The man was broken, face battered and unrecognizable.
“He’s got a satellite phone, back at camp. We find it, you’ll have all the proof you need.” Sam didn’t raise his voice. Jared expected him to be angry, furious, but it seemed he’d already let his fists quench his need for physical retribution.
“The evidence usually comes before you find someone guilty.”
“You can’t let him kill me Jared. I know you. You’re not a murderer.” Desperate, pleading. Tears ran down Jack’s face, mixed with the blood and snot that dripped from his chin.
He turned away, couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think with Jack looking at him. “What if he’s the father of Jen’s baby? How’s Jensen supposed to cope with that if you do this?”
“There are things, Jared, that Jensen doesn’t need to be told. Jack simply left, of his own free will. He can do that, you see. He doesn’t have half the fucking country looking for him like Jen does.”
Jared could see Sam wasn’t going to change his mind, could see Jack’s fate wasn’t going to change just because Jared didn’t agree.
Why didn’t Jared agree? Wasn’t Jensen worth a little blood on his hands?
But Jensen would never forgive him for this if he found out.
When the shooting started it was a welcome distraction.
“Stay here.”
Sam strode over to the bed and picked up the gun that Jared had failed to notice earlier. He’d been so distracted, but it must’ve been there all along.
He kept his back to Jack, strained to see beyond the partially open door into the hallway, even as it was flung wide open and Chris barreled through it.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Sam closed the door behind Chris as Chris caught his breath. That stupid fucking grin of his, making a return visit.
“Woohoo, what a fucking adrenaline rush.” Chris chuckled. Looked from Sam to Jack and then to Jared. The grin didn’t fade, but Jared could tell he was surprised that Jack was still breathing. “We’re in the middle of a fucking gang war. There are three dead bodies lying on the staircase, one with his head blown right off. Another fucker blocking the stairs on the second floor. He’s shooting up a couple of rooms on that floor as we speak.” Chris scratched his head, “If this place don’t have insurance I reckon it’s going out of business.”
He walked towards Jack. Jared didn’t miss the flinch and figured not all of Jack’s injuries had been caused by Sam. “Nothing but rats and roaches round here anyway.” Chris turned to Sam, “Now, I know the law steers clear of this scenic little corner of the world, but I reckon we’ve got two minutes before they get here.”
As if on cue the sound of distant sirens drifted to them through the cracked and worn window frame.
“What do you suggest we do?”
“I suggest we get the fuck out of here.” Chris held his gun with his right hand while he fished a grenade out of his pocket with the other.
They looked at Jack. “Let the law have him Sam, please. He can’t find his way back to camp and he knows he can’t trust the authorities. He knows they’ll kill him.”
Jared didn’t miss the look that passed between Sam and Chris but he couldn’t interpret it, didn’t want to attempt to. He did, however, breathe a sigh of relief when they accompanied him out of the room - leaving Jack behind.
The hallway was empty. Even the half dead junkie was gone, obviously in possession of enough of a sense of self preservation to get out of the way. Maybe it wasn’t death at the hands of the gunmen he was running from though, maybe it was the law – like them.
Sam led them along a hallway at the back of the building, further away from the stairs. Once they reached the window Chris began smashing the glass.
Jared could see a mass of corroded, twisted metal. A fire escape, or what was left of one. Jared stared at it. Most of the rungs on the ladders were missing, the safety rails were nearly all gone. It didn’t look strong enough to take one man’s weight, let alone the three of them.
“We’ll space ourselves out. I’ll go first, Jared, you follow me. Chris, you’re armed, you bring up the rear.”
Jared noticed Chris’ mock salute but didn’t comment. He’d be out of here soon and he could put this fucked up little nightmare behind him.
Sam was down to the floor below when he started, careful where he put his big feet and wishing, for the first time since he’d turned seventeen, that he was shorter, smaller and lighter.
Jared had barely begun his descent when Chris disappeared. He didn’t want to know where he’d gone or what he was doing. He concentrated on not falling to the litter strewn concrete below.
By the time Chris joined them on the fire escape the shooting had reached their floor and what was left of the glass above them shattered and rained down on him.
“Fire in the hole.”
As the grenade exploded Jared was concentrating too much on simply holding on to acknowledge Sam’s curse. “You crazy bastard, Kane. Just couldn’t resist blowing something up, could you?”
As Jared regained his footing, braced himself on a section of metal that looked a little sturdier than the rest, he felt it sway. The framework beginning to divorce the masonry it was embedded in.
Moving quickly, they were almost to the ground before the second blast blew out a handful of bricks and knocked the fire escape free of the wall completely.
It could only have been a handful of seconds before he came too. Lying on the ground, looking up, Jared didn’t doubt he knew which room had just blown.
He didn’t resist as hands grabbed him by the shoulders, dragged, pushed him back to the truck.
He sat there silently as Sam slapped Chris around the back of the head while Chris complained about only having one grenade left.
He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel now.
He didn’t know.
So he refused to think about it. Focused, instead, on the scene playing out in front of the hotel. Uniforms caught between the gunfire coming out of the hotel’s lobby and the rain of bullets directed at them from behind a parked car.
As Chris laughed and Sam swore, Jared tried not to think.
“Can I talk to you?”
Jeff had to admit he was surprised to see Jensen standing in his doorway. Even though they got on – most of the time – since the moment the clinic had been mentioned Jensen had been keeping his distance. He’d come to Jeff on Trey’s behalf, or with Trey, but never for himself.
“Sure.” Jeff smiled and sat down, choosing the sofa instead of moving to the chair behind his makeshift desk.
Jensen cast nervous glances toward the room Jeff had set up as an exam room and Jeff thanked God Jensen hadn’t seen the room he’d started to prepare as a makeshift delivery suite come theatre.
Jensen sat quietly in the chair in front of him and Jeff took the opportunity to study the pregnant man. It had been a while since he’d been able to do that. The way Jensen was sitting, the way his shirt pulled at the buttons across his stomach, Jeff could tell that he’d grown bigger in the last week alone.
Jeff didn’t want to push him. Jensen had to come to this willingly, but he knew there’d been pressure from other directions. In the last few days he must’ve had every member of Jensen’s family approach him, sometimes asking straight out, sometimes there’d just been general queries.
Finally, Jensen spoke. “How likely is it that I’m having twins?”
A reasonable question, but it was one Jeff thought he’d already answered. If Jensen needed confirmation though, he could provide it. “You’d be the only Gestate that’s ever done it, but I’d say I’m ninety percent confident that you are.”
“If you’re so sure why…?”
“Do I need to examine you?” When Jensen nodded he continued. “Jensen, you’re different to every Gestate I’ve ever come across. Every one I’ve heard of.” He gentled his voice, knowing what he was about to bring up could resurrect painful memories. “You know, you having a daughter was unusual?”
Jensen nodded, looking round the room. Looking anywhere, but at Jeff.
“I don’t know what else there is that’s unique about you. Anything seems possible. I don’t know your exact due date. Hell, you may have conceived your children at different times, even. To keep you safe, to keep them safe, I need to take a look at you.”
Jensen wouldn’t meet his eyes but he nodded before he rose to his feet, stopping just before he walked out the door. “Can it wait until Jared comes home?”
“Of course it can.”
Part 40
Title: Desperate Times (39/?)
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.)
A/N: I know I usually leave messages from me at the end, but I wanted you to see this before you read the next part. It's an apology. I'm sorry, I'm so far behind on replying to comments it's not even funny. Real life is demanding and it's all I can do to find the time to write. I've put writing ahead of replying to those wonderful things you say. Please don't think your comments aren't appreciated, they really are. They give me the encouragement to keep at this even though RL demands tell me I should slow down. So, I hope you can forgive me ...
Chris wasn’t prone to panic, couldn’t see the point. As far as he was concerned panic made you careless and careless made you dead - and Chris had no desire to be dead, not for a good long while yet.
He pondered the identities of the new arrivals. Whatever they were they were neither highly trained nor disciplined, not the way they’d arrived. But they were serious and enthusiastic. Dangerous – not in spite of the fact, but because they were amateurs. Amateurs who caused chaos and dealt in death, who thrived on an ability to intimidate and commit violence on a whim.
Amateurs who took risks and attracted unwanted attention.
Even here, even now, a gunfight would attract the wrong eyes. One dead body lying in the street could be overlooked, but more than that was just asking for trouble. And since these guys hadn’t done much to conceal the armory they were carrying with them, Chris had no doubt that the body count would be significant.
Chris’ jacket was long enough, had deep enough pockets, to prevent the casual observer from seeing either the gun tucked into his waist band, digging into the small of his back, or the grenades dragging down his pockets – one in his left, two in his right.
They’d been a gift off Andy. Antique and highly polished, from some stupid museum that’d had the misfortune to have its funds cut when money started to be channeled towards the governments more ‘worthwhile’ projects. He’d meant them as a joke – but joke or not, they’d come in handy now.
Ambling across the parking lot, heading towards the entrance of the firetrap that should have been condemned a couple of decades ago, he glanced surreptitiously toward the black saloon. Couldn’t make out the driver, or any other occupants, but the steady plume of the exhaust was enough of a reminder that he could have an audience.
He pulled out his cigarettes. Before he entered the building he took one last, deep breath of cleanish air, before letting the gloom of the unlit lobby swallow him. The stench of piss and shit was barely masked by the plumes of smoke he devoured.
Jared stared at the peeling, mildewed walls, seeking patterns in the stains. He didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to have to think about this, didn’t want to have to make this kind of decision.
Part of him regretted that Jack wasn’t already gone, already nothing more than a mass in the corner of the room. He could plead innocence then, innocence and ignorance. And what kind of a man did that make him? That he’d wish Jack dead just so that he wasn’t faced with having to try to stop Sam from killing him.
And he had to stop Sam, didn’t he? There was no way he could walk away and let Sam finish what he’d started. Even if there was a little voice, insistent and harsh, telling him to do just that - walk away, go back to Chris. Wait for Sam to come out in his own good time.
He didn’t want Jack getting anywhere near Jensen – but he couldn’t be the man who decided Jack deserved to die.
He wouldn’t be that man.
He lowered his gaze, not to the man in the chair, but to the man standing behind him. “You can’t kill him.”
Sam’s head tilted to one side, his hands heavy on Jack’s shoulders, plucking the occasional thread from the blood stained collar. “Why not Jay? Wouldn’t you kill for someone you loved?”
Jared shook his head. Sam spoke so casually, as if he was talking about what to put in a sandwich, as if there wasn’t more than one possible outcome to all this.
There was, wasn’t there?
This was all happening too fast, he needed time to think, get his head straight. What would Jensen do? No, he knew the answer to that. Jensen would think of another punishment, another way Jack could be kept from causing more harm. “Killing him won’t bring her back.”
He hated that his arguments sounded half hearted, unsure.
“I know that, but it will keep Jensen safe. Out of the Center. Or maybe he’ll be sent to the Farm next time. Once he’s had this kid and they’re looking for a daddy for the next one.” Sam stepped out from behind the chair Jack was tied to, “Don’t think this is just about Sarah.”
Jared could see the sincerity in Sam’s face, it didn’t dampen the passion with which he spoke, but it did freak Jared the hell out. Mainly because he’d come to trust Sam’s judgment, where Jensen was concerned especially. He would not sit back and allow Jensen to be hurt if he could avoid it … but what he was suggesting here was execution.
“Do you know for definite it was him?”
“Jared?” Jack’s voice was desperate, forced out past blood and a throat ringed with bruises. The sound compelled Jared to face the man he’d been desperately trying to ignore. “You can’t let him do this. You can’t. He’s lying.”
The man was broken, face battered and unrecognizable.
“He’s got a satellite phone, back at camp. We find it, you’ll have all the proof you need.” Sam didn’t raise his voice. Jared expected him to be angry, furious, but it seemed he’d already let his fists quench his need for physical retribution.
“The evidence usually comes before you find someone guilty.”
“You can’t let him kill me Jared. I know you. You’re not a murderer.” Desperate, pleading. Tears ran down Jack’s face, mixed with the blood and snot that dripped from his chin.
He turned away, couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think with Jack looking at him. “What if he’s the father of Jen’s baby? How’s Jensen supposed to cope with that if you do this?”
“There are things, Jared, that Jensen doesn’t need to be told. Jack simply left, of his own free will. He can do that, you see. He doesn’t have half the fucking country looking for him like Jen does.”
Jared could see Sam wasn’t going to change his mind, could see Jack’s fate wasn’t going to change just because Jared didn’t agree.
Why didn’t Jared agree? Wasn’t Jensen worth a little blood on his hands?
But Jensen would never forgive him for this if he found out.
When the shooting started it was a welcome distraction.
“Stay here.”
Sam strode over to the bed and picked up the gun that Jared had failed to notice earlier. He’d been so distracted, but it must’ve been there all along.
He kept his back to Jack, strained to see beyond the partially open door into the hallway, even as it was flung wide open and Chris barreled through it.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Sam closed the door behind Chris as Chris caught his breath. That stupid fucking grin of his, making a return visit.
“Woohoo, what a fucking adrenaline rush.” Chris chuckled. Looked from Sam to Jack and then to Jared. The grin didn’t fade, but Jared could tell he was surprised that Jack was still breathing. “We’re in the middle of a fucking gang war. There are three dead bodies lying on the staircase, one with his head blown right off. Another fucker blocking the stairs on the second floor. He’s shooting up a couple of rooms on that floor as we speak.” Chris scratched his head, “If this place don’t have insurance I reckon it’s going out of business.”
He walked towards Jack. Jared didn’t miss the flinch and figured not all of Jack’s injuries had been caused by Sam. “Nothing but rats and roaches round here anyway.” Chris turned to Sam, “Now, I know the law steers clear of this scenic little corner of the world, but I reckon we’ve got two minutes before they get here.”
As if on cue the sound of distant sirens drifted to them through the cracked and worn window frame.
“What do you suggest we do?”
“I suggest we get the fuck out of here.” Chris held his gun with his right hand while he fished a grenade out of his pocket with the other.
They looked at Jack. “Let the law have him Sam, please. He can’t find his way back to camp and he knows he can’t trust the authorities. He knows they’ll kill him.”
Jared didn’t miss the look that passed between Sam and Chris but he couldn’t interpret it, didn’t want to attempt to. He did, however, breathe a sigh of relief when they accompanied him out of the room - leaving Jack behind.
The hallway was empty. Even the half dead junkie was gone, obviously in possession of enough of a sense of self preservation to get out of the way. Maybe it wasn’t death at the hands of the gunmen he was running from though, maybe it was the law – like them.
Sam led them along a hallway at the back of the building, further away from the stairs. Once they reached the window Chris began smashing the glass.
Jared could see a mass of corroded, twisted metal. A fire escape, or what was left of one. Jared stared at it. Most of the rungs on the ladders were missing, the safety rails were nearly all gone. It didn’t look strong enough to take one man’s weight, let alone the three of them.
“We’ll space ourselves out. I’ll go first, Jared, you follow me. Chris, you’re armed, you bring up the rear.”
Jared noticed Chris’ mock salute but didn’t comment. He’d be out of here soon and he could put this fucked up little nightmare behind him.
Sam was down to the floor below when he started, careful where he put his big feet and wishing, for the first time since he’d turned seventeen, that he was shorter, smaller and lighter.
Jared had barely begun his descent when Chris disappeared. He didn’t want to know where he’d gone or what he was doing. He concentrated on not falling to the litter strewn concrete below.
By the time Chris joined them on the fire escape the shooting had reached their floor and what was left of the glass above them shattered and rained down on him.
“Fire in the hole.”
As the grenade exploded Jared was concentrating too much on simply holding on to acknowledge Sam’s curse. “You crazy bastard, Kane. Just couldn’t resist blowing something up, could you?”
As Jared regained his footing, braced himself on a section of metal that looked a little sturdier than the rest, he felt it sway. The framework beginning to divorce the masonry it was embedded in.
Moving quickly, they were almost to the ground before the second blast blew out a handful of bricks and knocked the fire escape free of the wall completely.
It could only have been a handful of seconds before he came too. Lying on the ground, looking up, Jared didn’t doubt he knew which room had just blown.
He didn’t resist as hands grabbed him by the shoulders, dragged, pushed him back to the truck.
He sat there silently as Sam slapped Chris around the back of the head while Chris complained about only having one grenade left.
He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel now.
He didn’t know.
So he refused to think about it. Focused, instead, on the scene playing out in front of the hotel. Uniforms caught between the gunfire coming out of the hotel’s lobby and the rain of bullets directed at them from behind a parked car.
As Chris laughed and Sam swore, Jared tried not to think.
“Can I talk to you?”
Jeff had to admit he was surprised to see Jensen standing in his doorway. Even though they got on – most of the time – since the moment the clinic had been mentioned Jensen had been keeping his distance. He’d come to Jeff on Trey’s behalf, or with Trey, but never for himself.
“Sure.” Jeff smiled and sat down, choosing the sofa instead of moving to the chair behind his makeshift desk.
Jensen cast nervous glances toward the room Jeff had set up as an exam room and Jeff thanked God Jensen hadn’t seen the room he’d started to prepare as a makeshift delivery suite come theatre.
Jensen sat quietly in the chair in front of him and Jeff took the opportunity to study the pregnant man. It had been a while since he’d been able to do that. The way Jensen was sitting, the way his shirt pulled at the buttons across his stomach, Jeff could tell that he’d grown bigger in the last week alone.
Jeff didn’t want to push him. Jensen had to come to this willingly, but he knew there’d been pressure from other directions. In the last few days he must’ve had every member of Jensen’s family approach him, sometimes asking straight out, sometimes there’d just been general queries.
Finally, Jensen spoke. “How likely is it that I’m having twins?”
A reasonable question, but it was one Jeff thought he’d already answered. If Jensen needed confirmation though, he could provide it. “You’d be the only Gestate that’s ever done it, but I’d say I’m ninety percent confident that you are.”
“If you’re so sure why…?”
“Do I need to examine you?” When Jensen nodded he continued. “Jensen, you’re different to every Gestate I’ve ever come across. Every one I’ve heard of.” He gentled his voice, knowing what he was about to bring up could resurrect painful memories. “You know, you having a daughter was unusual?”
Jensen nodded, looking round the room. Looking anywhere, but at Jeff.
“I don’t know what else there is that’s unique about you. Anything seems possible. I don’t know your exact due date. Hell, you may have conceived your children at different times, even. To keep you safe, to keep them safe, I need to take a look at you.”
Jensen wouldn’t meet his eyes but he nodded before he rose to his feet, stopping just before he walked out the door. “Can it wait until Jared comes home?”
“Of course it can.”
Part 40
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Date: 2008-11-20 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-20 12:28 am (UTC)Kane is my hero for blowing away the traitor and yay! for Jensen inching closer to prenatal care.
Can't (but totally will) wait for Sunday.
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Date: 2008-11-20 12:42 am (UTC)I really appreciated that Sam didn't actually kill Jack, especially not in front of Jared. Vengeance isn't such a great thing. Hopefully, Jared will still respect him.
“Woohoo, what a fucking adrenaline rush.”
--Great line!! If anyone is taking Jack out, let it be this maniac!!
I'm glad Jensen went to Jeff, and I thought that it was nice that he wants to wait until Jared is "home." I hope Jared is in good enough (mental) shape to help.
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Date: 2008-11-20 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-20 01:10 am (UTC)Looking forward to the next.
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Date: 2008-11-20 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-20 02:23 am (UTC)Jensen is just too cute! I can't wait to read that scene!
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Date: 2008-11-20 02:55 am (UTC)I am pleased that Chris, Sam, and Jared all escaped.
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Date: 2008-11-20 03:02 am (UTC)I hope Jared tells Jensen though because this is going to eat at him and Jensen will feel him pulling away or hiding things and it's not what he needs when he's finally willing to let Jeff look at him but only with Jared there.
Jensen is not going to be pleased with Jared's appearance and even less so with his mom since he feels like it's her fault Jared went in the first place.
Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2008-11-20 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-20 12:17 pm (UTC)Jensen has finally accepted that he needs to be examined, and that's as it should be, especially if he is expecting twins, or even triplets!!!(one boy two girls just like me). Who knows. Well the writer obviously hehe.
This fiction gets better and better. xx
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Date: 2008-11-21 12:13 pm (UTC)Well that is my opinion any way :D
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Date: 2008-11-21 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-24 12:48 am (UTC)Just giving my two cents.
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Date: 2008-11-20 12:53 pm (UTC)OMG so Jack died apparently. Sad. But I'm glad that Jensen finally decided to visit Morgan about his check up and I'm curious what other special things can Jeff find out whil he checks out Jensen.
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Date: 2008-11-20 01:40 pm (UTC)Also glad that Jensen is going to be examined :-)
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Date: 2008-11-20 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 02:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-22 08:17 pm (UTC)Cannot believe that I read this chapter after 2 days, I'm going to friend you to be sure it wont happen again, I hope it's alright !
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Date: 2008-11-24 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-24 02:47 pm (UTC)Jensen must be terrified....He's nobody's fool...Im sure he fully understands the risks involved...
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Date: 2008-11-25 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-27 12:36 am (UTC)But at least Jensen's willing to get looked at, that's something at least.
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Date: 2011-11-14 06:17 am (UTC)ouu Jensen
omg I'm already in chapter 40, no I don't want this story to be over!!!!