Desperate Times - 41
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hemrageChapter 40 here.
Title: Desperate Times (41/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
A/N: Cast of this story available here.
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.) Oh, and I believe in happy endings!
A/N2: As you can see – I got my internet back. *g*
“Is he going to be safe?”
Sam looked up at Jensen as he moved to sit next to him on the wooden steps. Jensen hadn’t broadcast his arrival, but he hadn’t been silent either so Sam hadn’t been surprised when Jensen appeared behind the old cabin. Sam’d come here to escape Donna Ackles’ manic preparations for a ‘dinner’ she was preparing – maybe Jensen was doing the same thing.
“Who?” He asked even though he knew the answer, and, from the look Jensen threw him, Jensen knew he wasn’t that clueless. Sam considered being honest with him, for all of the two seconds it took him to rule the idea out. He’d had this conversation with Joshua Ackles already. And, though Josh knew all about the risks involved in going home he was still determined to make the journey. “He’ll be fine.”
“But..”
“But what, Jen? Unlike the rest of your family, Joshua never quit his job. He never told anyway he was relocating. As far as the world’s concerned he’s just been on an extended vacation and there’ll be enough evidence, if people start digging, to support his story. Including postcards he sent his girlfriend.”
Sam knew the moment he had Jensen convinced, but couldn’t take even a slither of pride from the deception.
The fact of the matter was Josh was going because he wanted to take the heat off his girl who’d been detained and questioned more than once in the weeks since the Ackles’ family departure. His theory was sound, to a point. If he didn’t know anything about where his family was, and he could convince the authorities, she couldn’t possibly know.
He wasn’t naïve enough to not be aware that his homecoming was going to be noticed. He would, inevitably, be picked up and interrogated and he was expecting that. Apparently he was fine with it.
Sam thought Joshua Ackles was an optimistic idiot – but, as long as he had no way of leading anyone back to them, no way of helping the authorities, even inadvertently, he’d let him make his own decisions.
Joshua had told his family enough that they knew there could be a little heat when he got home, they had no idea he was willingly walking into an inferno.
Maybe he shouldn’t’ve even been that honest. After all, Joseph had, on the other hand, obviously kept his plans to himself.
“Did I ever say thanks for getting them all here?”
Sam smirked, knocking Jensen, shoulder to shoulder. “I thought I’d be harangued for that one. It’s not as if they’ve been giving you, or your boy, an easy time of it.”
Sam didn’t miss Jensen’s blush at the referral to Jared as ‘his boy’. It amazed him how Jensen could still possess so much innocence, how it hadn’t all been eroded by the crap life had doled out. “That’s just them being overprotective, I’ve had a lifetime of it in one form or another. Besides, it’ll be good to have them around, when… Just, when.”
Jensen probably wanted them around for support, for the pregnancy, the labor and after, when the baby was born. But Sam had been much more practical when he’d resolved to get them all here.
The Ackles family were walking, talking blood transfusions.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Don’t strain yourself.”
The grin that spread across Jensen’s face was the effect he’d been hoping for. “What you been thinking?”
The smile slipped a little, as if Jensen thought he was asking for something Sam wouldn’t want to give. “Could you contact Trey’s family?”
“Tried. It seems they’ve left the country.”
“They gave up on him?” Jensen sounded, not surprised, but disappointed. Like his faltering faith in humanity had just taken another blow.
Sam’s desire to protect Jensen refused to step aside. Enough time had been spent investigating Trey’s past for a very bleak puzzle to be pieced together. So far Trey hadn’t opted to share much of his history with Jensen, Sam wouldn’t either. “I doubt they thought they’d ever get him back. Truthfully, I don’t know of any Gestates who ever made it home again, after.”
Jensen nodded. He had heard the same stories and knew, first hand, how naïve you had to be to blindly believe in the promises the authorities made once you’d been inducted into the system.
Sam fished the remains of a pack of cigarettes he’d managed to rescue from Chris, out of his breast pocket, and tapped it to release one against the palm of his hand.
But he thought twice about lighting it.
Resurrecting the old habit was one thing, but he knew better than to inflict his smoke on a pregnant Jensen. He dropped them back into his pocket. “So, what’d Jeff say? I understand you did go and see him. Finally.”
Jensen bit his lip at the dig. Sam had been part of the chorus repeating the list of benefits in letting the doctor look at him.
Jensen fixed his sight on the tree line. He didn’t look in Sam’s direction. “I’m having two. Just like he thought.”
Sam had hoped, when Jensen first told him, that Jeff’s suspicion would be proven wrong. Things were dangerous enough. But it looked like luck just wasn’t on their side.
Then again, when had it ever been?
“Twins then?”
Jensen shook his head. “Nope. One’s about three weeks older than the other.”
“How the hell’d that happen? Shouldn’t that be impossible?”
Jensen snorted. “Looks like I’m special.” Sam didn’t miss the lack of humor or the way he sneered as he spat out that final word. But he couldn’t argue with the truth of that statement. Jensen was special.
The silence stretched on for a couple of minutes before Sam broke it. It didn’t look like Jensen had any intention of leaving him alone to his peaceful plotting of death and destruction. “So, where is everyone, anyway?”
“Believe it or not, Trey’s actually helping my mom. Don’t know how she managed to talk him into it, but she did. Dad and Jared are with Jeff, fishing.”
Sam laughed. He’d seen the doctor’s determination escalate hand in hand with his frustration. “I don’t think Jeff’ll ever catch anything in that lake.”
The grin made Jensen’s eyes crinkle at the corner. “Maybe not, but Jared and dad have both had bites and Jeff’s so pissed I think he’s taking the fish refusing to take his bait as a personal slight.”
Sam was gladdened to see Jensen’s smile. Though Jeff didn’t deserve Jensen’s subtle animosity, he couldn’t really blame the younger man for feeling the way he did.
“What about your brothers?”
“Josh was with mom when I left. I don’t know where Joe is.”
Sam nodded, “Come on then. I’ll no doubt get shot if I let you get too cold out here.”
Jensen pouted. An expression Sam had never seen before and it made him want to … well, do something he shouldn’t want to do. “Why won’t anyone believe me when I say I’m fine?”
Sam put his hand on Jensen’s shoulder as they both rose to their feet. “Because you’d say you were fine even if you were dying, that’s why. Don’t argue. Just enjoy it while you can. Once those kids of yours come along people will probably be ignoring you completely.”
Jensen beamed. “I hope so.”
“You say that now, but when nobody feeds you, or talks to you, or notices you even exist, you’ll be complaining.” As Jensen walked a little way ahead, chuckling, Sam was under no illusion that anyone would ever be blind enough to ignore Jensen.
Donna looked at the cast iron range that had grown into the biggest culinary challenge of her married life. She finally believed she’d mastered the temperamental monster, which wasn’t easy given that controlling its cooking temperature had proved virtually impossible.
She’d lost track of the number of burnt pans that had passed through Alan’s hands whenever the beast had proved too difficult to tame.
She took a couple of logs from the stack the boys kept against the kitchen wall. It was larger than the pile they kept near the fireplace in the living room because the range provided the cabin with all of its hot water and they attempted to always keep it lit.
Joshua had disappeared with Joseph, and a couple of axes, to build the wood pile even higher. Getting Joshua to go with him was no doubt Joseph’s not so subtle attempt to get Joshua on his own so he could try to, in his words, talk some sense into his stubborn little brother. But that was the point, Joshua was stubborn, and he was going to be leaving regardless of anything Joseph had to say. Even she could see that.
She looked at the array of food already prepared on top of the counter. It would be a good couple of hours before she’d even think about cooking the vegetables, but they were nearly all ready for when the time came to put them on the heat.
If they were staying here indefinitely they had to think about preparing some kind of garden because the state of the vegetables she’s retrieved from their larder had seen much better days. She refused to resort to the tins, not until she was desperate.
She looked at the large metal roasting tray that was ready to go into the oven. She had no idea where Sam had acquired the large piece of venison, but she knew better than to question him about it because she’d seen deer once or twice in amongst the trees and she wouldn’t put it past the man to have killed one personally.
There was definitely something dangerous about him, she could see it in his eyes.
The roasted meat would be the centre piece of the meal she was preparing for the whole camp. A celebration of the final time she’d have her whole family together in one place, at least for a little while.
“Where do you want this?”
Donna turned to look at the angry young man, pan of peeled potatoes in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.
She wanted to remark on his attitude, on his rudeness, but bit her lip. She’d seen the way Jensen was with him, the way Jensen was patient and accommodating when Trey demanded Jensen’s time. Donna didn’t have the patience or understanding her youngest son possessed. The boy was disrespectful and annoying, and she found herself questioning, not for the first time, the way he’d been raised.
“Over there will be fine.” She pointed to a space on the counter and the boy put the pan down, dropping the knife into the sink as she pushed the logs into the stove’s burner.
The boy looked exhausted.
“Why don’t you sit down for a while? You must be tired. I remember when I was as far along as you are now, I was falling asleep all the time. And my feet hurt something chronic.”
Trey didn’t acknowledge her attempt to engage him in conversation, though he did sit down at the table. Back to her, stiff and unyielding.
Donna shook her head, lifting the kettle and filling it before placing it on top of the range.
He looked at her kind of funny when she placed the open packet of cookies in front of him.
“We’ve not really had much of a chance to talk. Why don’t we have a chat?”
“You’re not my mother.”
Donna refused to be beaten by this miserable child. “No, I’m not. But I am Jensen’s, and I get the impression you actually like him.”
She didn’t miss the slight upturn of his lips, right before he regained control and killed the smile before it could develop. “So what do you want to know?”
“Well, where are you from? What did you do before this?”
Trey frowned, considering how much he wanted to reveal. In the end the sigh let her know he’d drawn a conclusion. She’d know if he was lying, she’d had enough practice with teenage boys after all.
“I was … had been planning to go to college, never made it though.”
“You always knew you were a Gestate?”
Trey shook his head. “No. Even though I was identified by the screening program when I was twelve, no-one saw fit to tell me.”
“So your mom and dad knew. They didn’t try to take you away?” As much as the idea of knowing, years in advance, that you were going to lose your child was horrifying, the possibility that they may not have done something to prevent it was worse.
“Travel restrictions are imposed as soon as you’re I.D.’d. Makes it damn near impossible to leave your home state, let alone leave the country. Besides, my parents were believers.”
Donna felt the urge to hold the stoic young man. So angry, so hurt. She knew any attempt to comfort him wouldn’t be welcomed. “They believed in the government?”
“As far as I know, they still do. Once they realized they couldn’t buy me out of my ‘obligation’ to society they started trying to tell me what an honor it was.”
“You didn’t believe them?”
“What they were saying was irrelevant. When they spoke about Gestates I didn’t know they were referring to me. They didn’t bother to actually let me in on the family secret until the day I turned eighteen. I had a grand total of three days to get used to the idea before I was confined.”
Donna knew that pushing wouldn’t be appreciated, it didn’t stop her though. Her boys didn’t acquire all of their stubbornness from their father.
“You don’t understand how Jensen can want to be with Jared? How he can even be friends with Sam?”
She didn’t shrink back at the venom in the boy’s words as he spat them at her. “I guess my experience was different from your son’s. Maybe he got lucky. Or maybe he’s just kidding himself.”
Those words sounded too close to what she believed for comfort. “What do you mean?”
“It’s easier to tell yourself you’re okay with something, rather than to accept that you’re a victim. People don’t like being victims.”
The truce between her and Jensen was still in operation. She wouldn’t upset him if she could avoid it, she was even making an effort to be civil to Jared, but truces don’t last – it would be easier, though, if she had more ammunition before she broke this one.
Donna was interrupted by the whistle of the kettle. She made herself a coffee, Trey had to be content with cocoa. She wasn’t prepared to offer the pregnant boy anything with caffeine in it.
“What do you plan to do after? After you leave this place?”
He relaxed a little at the change of subject. “I plan to go somewhere where no-one can find me. Live a quiet life on my own where I don’t need to rely on anyone else.”
“You can’t do it on your own. You’ll have the little one for company.”
It seemed to take a moment for Trey to realize what, who, she was talking about. “Why would I want to take this baby with me? I didn’t ask for it, don’t want it. Besides, it’d be pretty hard to be inconspicuous with a bawling kid attached to my hip. No. He’ll have someone looking after him and it won’t be me.”
Donna could see the lie in the boy’s words. He wanted this baby, cared about it. He just refused to accept it.
She’d help him.
Now she’d mastered the stove, she needed a new project to keep her distracted.
Part 42
Title: Desperate Times (41/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/OMCs, AU, Non-con, Dub-con, MPREG
A/N: Cast of this story available here.
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.) Oh, and I believe in happy endings!
A/N2: As you can see – I got my internet back. *g*
“Is he going to be safe?”
Sam looked up at Jensen as he moved to sit next to him on the wooden steps. Jensen hadn’t broadcast his arrival, but he hadn’t been silent either so Sam hadn’t been surprised when Jensen appeared behind the old cabin. Sam’d come here to escape Donna Ackles’ manic preparations for a ‘dinner’ she was preparing – maybe Jensen was doing the same thing.
“Who?” He asked even though he knew the answer, and, from the look Jensen threw him, Jensen knew he wasn’t that clueless. Sam considered being honest with him, for all of the two seconds it took him to rule the idea out. He’d had this conversation with Joshua Ackles already. And, though Josh knew all about the risks involved in going home he was still determined to make the journey. “He’ll be fine.”
“But..”
“But what, Jen? Unlike the rest of your family, Joshua never quit his job. He never told anyway he was relocating. As far as the world’s concerned he’s just been on an extended vacation and there’ll be enough evidence, if people start digging, to support his story. Including postcards he sent his girlfriend.”
Sam knew the moment he had Jensen convinced, but couldn’t take even a slither of pride from the deception.
The fact of the matter was Josh was going because he wanted to take the heat off his girl who’d been detained and questioned more than once in the weeks since the Ackles’ family departure. His theory was sound, to a point. If he didn’t know anything about where his family was, and he could convince the authorities, she couldn’t possibly know.
He wasn’t naïve enough to not be aware that his homecoming was going to be noticed. He would, inevitably, be picked up and interrogated and he was expecting that. Apparently he was fine with it.
Sam thought Joshua Ackles was an optimistic idiot – but, as long as he had no way of leading anyone back to them, no way of helping the authorities, even inadvertently, he’d let him make his own decisions.
Joshua had told his family enough that they knew there could be a little heat when he got home, they had no idea he was willingly walking into an inferno.
Maybe he shouldn’t’ve even been that honest. After all, Joseph had, on the other hand, obviously kept his plans to himself.
“Did I ever say thanks for getting them all here?”
Sam smirked, knocking Jensen, shoulder to shoulder. “I thought I’d be harangued for that one. It’s not as if they’ve been giving you, or your boy, an easy time of it.”
Sam didn’t miss Jensen’s blush at the referral to Jared as ‘his boy’. It amazed him how Jensen could still possess so much innocence, how it hadn’t all been eroded by the crap life had doled out. “That’s just them being overprotective, I’ve had a lifetime of it in one form or another. Besides, it’ll be good to have them around, when… Just, when.”
Jensen probably wanted them around for support, for the pregnancy, the labor and after, when the baby was born. But Sam had been much more practical when he’d resolved to get them all here.
The Ackles family were walking, talking blood transfusions.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Don’t strain yourself.”
The grin that spread across Jensen’s face was the effect he’d been hoping for. “What you been thinking?”
The smile slipped a little, as if Jensen thought he was asking for something Sam wouldn’t want to give. “Could you contact Trey’s family?”
“Tried. It seems they’ve left the country.”
“They gave up on him?” Jensen sounded, not surprised, but disappointed. Like his faltering faith in humanity had just taken another blow.
Sam’s desire to protect Jensen refused to step aside. Enough time had been spent investigating Trey’s past for a very bleak puzzle to be pieced together. So far Trey hadn’t opted to share much of his history with Jensen, Sam wouldn’t either. “I doubt they thought they’d ever get him back. Truthfully, I don’t know of any Gestates who ever made it home again, after.”
Jensen nodded. He had heard the same stories and knew, first hand, how naïve you had to be to blindly believe in the promises the authorities made once you’d been inducted into the system.
Sam fished the remains of a pack of cigarettes he’d managed to rescue from Chris, out of his breast pocket, and tapped it to release one against the palm of his hand.
But he thought twice about lighting it.
Resurrecting the old habit was one thing, but he knew better than to inflict his smoke on a pregnant Jensen. He dropped them back into his pocket. “So, what’d Jeff say? I understand you did go and see him. Finally.”
Jensen bit his lip at the dig. Sam had been part of the chorus repeating the list of benefits in letting the doctor look at him.
Jensen fixed his sight on the tree line. He didn’t look in Sam’s direction. “I’m having two. Just like he thought.”
Sam had hoped, when Jensen first told him, that Jeff’s suspicion would be proven wrong. Things were dangerous enough. But it looked like luck just wasn’t on their side.
Then again, when had it ever been?
“Twins then?”
Jensen shook his head. “Nope. One’s about three weeks older than the other.”
“How the hell’d that happen? Shouldn’t that be impossible?”
Jensen snorted. “Looks like I’m special.” Sam didn’t miss the lack of humor or the way he sneered as he spat out that final word. But he couldn’t argue with the truth of that statement. Jensen was special.
The silence stretched on for a couple of minutes before Sam broke it. It didn’t look like Jensen had any intention of leaving him alone to his peaceful plotting of death and destruction. “So, where is everyone, anyway?”
“Believe it or not, Trey’s actually helping my mom. Don’t know how she managed to talk him into it, but she did. Dad and Jared are with Jeff, fishing.”
Sam laughed. He’d seen the doctor’s determination escalate hand in hand with his frustration. “I don’t think Jeff’ll ever catch anything in that lake.”
The grin made Jensen’s eyes crinkle at the corner. “Maybe not, but Jared and dad have both had bites and Jeff’s so pissed I think he’s taking the fish refusing to take his bait as a personal slight.”
Sam was gladdened to see Jensen’s smile. Though Jeff didn’t deserve Jensen’s subtle animosity, he couldn’t really blame the younger man for feeling the way he did.
“What about your brothers?”
“Josh was with mom when I left. I don’t know where Joe is.”
Sam nodded, “Come on then. I’ll no doubt get shot if I let you get too cold out here.”
Jensen pouted. An expression Sam had never seen before and it made him want to … well, do something he shouldn’t want to do. “Why won’t anyone believe me when I say I’m fine?”
Sam put his hand on Jensen’s shoulder as they both rose to their feet. “Because you’d say you were fine even if you were dying, that’s why. Don’t argue. Just enjoy it while you can. Once those kids of yours come along people will probably be ignoring you completely.”
Jensen beamed. “I hope so.”
“You say that now, but when nobody feeds you, or talks to you, or notices you even exist, you’ll be complaining.” As Jensen walked a little way ahead, chuckling, Sam was under no illusion that anyone would ever be blind enough to ignore Jensen.
Donna looked at the cast iron range that had grown into the biggest culinary challenge of her married life. She finally believed she’d mastered the temperamental monster, which wasn’t easy given that controlling its cooking temperature had proved virtually impossible.
She’d lost track of the number of burnt pans that had passed through Alan’s hands whenever the beast had proved too difficult to tame.
She took a couple of logs from the stack the boys kept against the kitchen wall. It was larger than the pile they kept near the fireplace in the living room because the range provided the cabin with all of its hot water and they attempted to always keep it lit.
Joshua had disappeared with Joseph, and a couple of axes, to build the wood pile even higher. Getting Joshua to go with him was no doubt Joseph’s not so subtle attempt to get Joshua on his own so he could try to, in his words, talk some sense into his stubborn little brother. But that was the point, Joshua was stubborn, and he was going to be leaving regardless of anything Joseph had to say. Even she could see that.
She looked at the array of food already prepared on top of the counter. It would be a good couple of hours before she’d even think about cooking the vegetables, but they were nearly all ready for when the time came to put them on the heat.
If they were staying here indefinitely they had to think about preparing some kind of garden because the state of the vegetables she’s retrieved from their larder had seen much better days. She refused to resort to the tins, not until she was desperate.
She looked at the large metal roasting tray that was ready to go into the oven. She had no idea where Sam had acquired the large piece of venison, but she knew better than to question him about it because she’d seen deer once or twice in amongst the trees and she wouldn’t put it past the man to have killed one personally.
There was definitely something dangerous about him, she could see it in his eyes.
The roasted meat would be the centre piece of the meal she was preparing for the whole camp. A celebration of the final time she’d have her whole family together in one place, at least for a little while.
“Where do you want this?”
Donna turned to look at the angry young man, pan of peeled potatoes in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.
She wanted to remark on his attitude, on his rudeness, but bit her lip. She’d seen the way Jensen was with him, the way Jensen was patient and accommodating when Trey demanded Jensen’s time. Donna didn’t have the patience or understanding her youngest son possessed. The boy was disrespectful and annoying, and she found herself questioning, not for the first time, the way he’d been raised.
“Over there will be fine.” She pointed to a space on the counter and the boy put the pan down, dropping the knife into the sink as she pushed the logs into the stove’s burner.
The boy looked exhausted.
“Why don’t you sit down for a while? You must be tired. I remember when I was as far along as you are now, I was falling asleep all the time. And my feet hurt something chronic.”
Trey didn’t acknowledge her attempt to engage him in conversation, though he did sit down at the table. Back to her, stiff and unyielding.
Donna shook her head, lifting the kettle and filling it before placing it on top of the range.
He looked at her kind of funny when she placed the open packet of cookies in front of him.
“We’ve not really had much of a chance to talk. Why don’t we have a chat?”
“You’re not my mother.”
Donna refused to be beaten by this miserable child. “No, I’m not. But I am Jensen’s, and I get the impression you actually like him.”
She didn’t miss the slight upturn of his lips, right before he regained control and killed the smile before it could develop. “So what do you want to know?”
“Well, where are you from? What did you do before this?”
Trey frowned, considering how much he wanted to reveal. In the end the sigh let her know he’d drawn a conclusion. She’d know if he was lying, she’d had enough practice with teenage boys after all.
“I was … had been planning to go to college, never made it though.”
“You always knew you were a Gestate?”
Trey shook his head. “No. Even though I was identified by the screening program when I was twelve, no-one saw fit to tell me.”
“So your mom and dad knew. They didn’t try to take you away?” As much as the idea of knowing, years in advance, that you were going to lose your child was horrifying, the possibility that they may not have done something to prevent it was worse.
“Travel restrictions are imposed as soon as you’re I.D.’d. Makes it damn near impossible to leave your home state, let alone leave the country. Besides, my parents were believers.”
Donna felt the urge to hold the stoic young man. So angry, so hurt. She knew any attempt to comfort him wouldn’t be welcomed. “They believed in the government?”
“As far as I know, they still do. Once they realized they couldn’t buy me out of my ‘obligation’ to society they started trying to tell me what an honor it was.”
“You didn’t believe them?”
“What they were saying was irrelevant. When they spoke about Gestates I didn’t know they were referring to me. They didn’t bother to actually let me in on the family secret until the day I turned eighteen. I had a grand total of three days to get used to the idea before I was confined.”
Donna knew that pushing wouldn’t be appreciated, it didn’t stop her though. Her boys didn’t acquire all of their stubbornness from their father.
“You don’t understand how Jensen can want to be with Jared? How he can even be friends with Sam?”
She didn’t shrink back at the venom in the boy’s words as he spat them at her. “I guess my experience was different from your son’s. Maybe he got lucky. Or maybe he’s just kidding himself.”
Those words sounded too close to what she believed for comfort. “What do you mean?”
“It’s easier to tell yourself you’re okay with something, rather than to accept that you’re a victim. People don’t like being victims.”
The truce between her and Jensen was still in operation. She wouldn’t upset him if she could avoid it, she was even making an effort to be civil to Jared, but truces don’t last – it would be easier, though, if she had more ammunition before she broke this one.
Donna was interrupted by the whistle of the kettle. She made herself a coffee, Trey had to be content with cocoa. She wasn’t prepared to offer the pregnant boy anything with caffeine in it.
“What do you plan to do after? After you leave this place?”
He relaxed a little at the change of subject. “I plan to go somewhere where no-one can find me. Live a quiet life on my own where I don’t need to rely on anyone else.”
“You can’t do it on your own. You’ll have the little one for company.”
It seemed to take a moment for Trey to realize what, who, she was talking about. “Why would I want to take this baby with me? I didn’t ask for it, don’t want it. Besides, it’d be pretty hard to be inconspicuous with a bawling kid attached to my hip. No. He’ll have someone looking after him and it won’t be me.”
Donna could see the lie in the boy’s words. He wanted this baby, cared about it. He just refused to accept it.
She’d help him.
Now she’d mastered the stove, she needed a new project to keep her distracted.
Part 42
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Date: 2008-12-01 08:49 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more
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Date: 2008-12-01 08:59 pm (UTC)Found this quite chilling..
>> Jensen probably wanted them around for support, for the pregnancy, the labor and after, when the baby was born. But Sam had been much more practical when he’d resolved to get them all here.
The Ackles family were walking, talking blood transfusions.
Hadn't thought of that...
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Date: 2008-12-01 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-01 09:27 pm (UTC)But really great chapter! Is Sam starting to fall for Jensen??? That'd be... a mess! I'd love to see that.
And if Donna could focus on helping Trey, she'll be less on Jared's case, which I'm all for!
Great chapter as usual.
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Date: 2008-12-01 09:51 pm (UTC)Mama needs to really watch it because I'd hate for Jensen to have to make a choice at this point. Not to mention he sure as hell can't take the stress.
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Date: 2008-12-01 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-01 10:41 pm (UTC)Trey is stirring the pot a little here, it won't take much to put Donna Ackles on the war path again regarding Jensen and Jared's relationship. xx
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Date: 2008-12-01 11:28 pm (UTC)I love Sam's affection for Jen but I'm a little worried about his Mom searching for amunition in order to attack Jared again..
Great chapter!!
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Date: 2008-12-02 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-02 01:33 am (UTC)Thank you so much !
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Date: 2008-12-02 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-03 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 12:07 pm (UTC)Hearing about TRey's family makes me pity him evne that much more. Even though I think he'll die during the operation, for some reason I want him to survive and live with the baby, at least it can make him happy.
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Date: 2008-12-05 02:59 am (UTC)I certainly understand the need to slow down. I've wondered how you maintained the pace all along. It is a great tale, and I look forward to every update.
Thanks for writing.
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Date: 2008-12-05 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 03:59 pm (UTC)Hope Donna can help Trey mellow out a bit.
The whole program sucks though if many gestates die giving birth. It seems stupid for the government to trade the gestate's life for a child's. Gov't just loves playing God I guess !!
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Date: 2008-12-08 12:33 am (UTC)I've read the whole lot in less than a day, and I'm about to start reading it all again (only not, because it's like 1.30 am here and I'm about to fall asleep on my keyboard).
I wanted to comment on each and every one of the chapters, as I usually do, but I couldn't stop reading, squeeing and clenching my fists long enough to write a comment.
so, I'm commenting now, in my broken and limited English, trying to convey all the emotions this story is awakening.
just so you know, this fic contains everything I hate in a fic, and still I think is one of my favourite ever. Why? it's a mistery.
but your words, your characters, your plot is so intense that it's impossible not to be drawned towards it.
please, let me know when you update, if you can, and don't lose your passion and the fire you're putting into it.
thank you for sharing this. just...thank you.
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Date: 2008-12-10 12:23 am (UTC)And yep...this gets a Poor Trey!
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Date: 2008-12-10 01:40 am (UTC)Maybe fussing over Trey will keep Donna off Jensen's back.
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Date: 2008-12-10 09:27 am (UTC)It's scary to know that Donna was gathering ammo to attack Jensen with, I wonder how that's going to go down.
*runs to next part*
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Date: 2008-12-10 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-10 10:53 pm (UTC)