Desperate Times (47/50)
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hemrageChapter 46 here.
Title: Desperate Times (47/50)
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: A lot to happen in this, and the three chapters which follow, but don’t worry if you’re hoping for more - Desperate Measures is in the planning stages and I envision it being a good 50,000 words long. (I am desperately trying to make it shorter than this and it better behave!)
Jeff looked up and placed his book on the table as Jensen entered. There was no greeting, no words spoken at all, but the younger man still appeared nervous and agitated as he turned to close the door behind him, shut out the arctic chill. There was also an heir of determination that Jeff was gladdened to see. Jensen was strong, stronger than he gave himself credit for, he just needed to recognize that fact for himself.
Maybe he already had.
Jeff turned his book over, Jensen didn’t need to see what he was reading, and placed his half empty mug of coffee next to it before leaning back in his chair, “To what do I owe this pleasure? You alright?”
Jensen snorted, his hands subconsciously moving to his stomach, rubbing round and under, “You sound like Jared, he keeps asking that.”
Jeff scrunched up his face before laughing, “Well, I’m a doctor. It’s in the script.”
Jensen nodded and moved slowly, unsteadily, to stand in front of the fire. He rubbed his hands to get them warm and Jeff was convinced that it was only Jensen’s brief stint outside that had put color in his cheeks, because his pallor of late had looked positively anemic.
His visitor was here for a reason, if Jensen had to work his way up to telling him, then so be it. Jeff picked up his coffee, took a sip, and then moved to put the kettle back on top of the stove. Unlike the other cabins this one did not solely rely on the stove for all of its heat or hot water, but the fuel for the new generator would only last so long and he wanted to keep it for when it was needed. “You want a drink?”
Jensen nodded, “Thanks.”
Jeff turned his back on Jensen. Concentrated on getting what he needed from the cupboards, “At least there’s a break in the weather. According to Chris there’s a new storm front heading this way. Should be here before the weekend.”
Jeff was aware of Jensen moving away from the fire, sitting at the table Jeff had just vacated. From the corner of his eye he caught the discomfort flash across Jensen’s face as he lowered himself gingerly onto a chair, but he didn’t comment. “You heard from Chris? He say if Sam was alright?”
Jeff nodded, “Chris was checking in, seeing if we needed anything. Sam’ll drop round with supplies in a day or two.” He picked up the kettle as it started boiling. “It’s a shame that thing isn’t more reliable. As soon as the weather kicks in we’ll be cut off again.”
“I guess it’s because of the wavelength of the signal, right? I mean no-one broadcasts on those frequencies anymore so transmissions aren’t likely to be picked up.”
“True. But it cuts us off for the duration.”
Jeff hated that, the idea of being cut off from help in an emergency. But then again who could he contact for help if he needed it anyway? No one he could risk bringing out here. No one he could be completely honest with. He had a contact who was willing to run a paternity test after the birth. A name Sam had provided him with, but he could hardly ask someone who worked in a lab to talk him through emergency procedures – which was why he’d been studying. Brushing up on the theory in case practical experience let him down.
Jeff handed the tea to Jensen and waited for a reaction. Jensen sniffed it carefully before taking a sip, the smell of peppermint strong enough to reach Jeff from where he stood. “I guess coffee’s out of the question?”
“Afraid so.” Jeff sat down to enjoy another caffeine laden brew and took the plunge. “So, what brings you all the way over here given that I’m not your favorite person?”
Jensen sat back, let the cup sit in front of him on the table, but kept his pale hands wrapped round it. “You had a meeting.”
Jeff didn’t deny it, just took another sip while he waited for Jensen to continue.
“I should’ve been there.”
“You think so?” Jeff kept his face impassive.
“Yes. I do.”
Jeff smiled, “That would’ve been difficult, wouldn’t it? Since I can never get you over here to see me.”
“I’d have come.”
“Glad to hear it. We can talk now if you like.”
Jensen bit his lip, brow furrowed. “Tell me about it. About the labor. About what to expect.”
Jeff put his empty cup back on the table. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll tell you exactly what you want to know, if you let me examine you right now.”
“I…”
“That’s what I’m offering. I examine you, you answer a couple of questions and then I tell you where we stand in the preparations for your surgery. You can ask Jared to come over here if you want to. If you need him …”
Jensen shook his head, “No. No, it’s okay. I’ll … I’ll do what you want.”
Jeff smiled. He never had a doubt.
Jeff frowned as he looked at Jensen’s blood pressure reading. It was too low, but it was only to be expected given the circumstances.
“You’re an idiot, do you know that? How much sleep have you lost over this?”
Jensen looked pained, embarrassed. That answered his question. “Your kids are using your internal organs as a jungle gym. It’s no wonder the blood supply to the pouches has been placed under strain. The vessels, the smaller ones, are tearing. What you’ve been suffering isn’t that serious Jensen, but it could’ve become so. Very.”
“I’d’ve come to you if it had gotten worse.” He spoke quietly, every syllable laced with guilt.
“But what if it had been too late then? You say you’re putting your children first? I’m telling you we could’ve lost all three of you. The bleeding, minor as it is, is a warning Jensen. The only one you’re going to get. You could’ve bled out if one of the larger vessels had ruptured.”
Jensen tensed his jaw. Whether there was an apology or a further explanation on the end of his tongue, he swallowed it. “So what now?”
“So now we don’t wait.”
Jensen eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Wha..?”
“Two weeks, Jensen. That’s the timeframe I was working on. I’ll get your blood pressure back up, then we’ll deliver. Two days, that’s what you’ve got now. Just two days.”
He gave Jensen a moment to get used to the idea. Waited until color attempted to return to cheeks already too pale.
“So tell me…”
Jeff looked at the ceiling. Jensen already looked like he’d heard enough, like he was ready to run, but he wanted this. Probably needed it if truth be told.
Jeff ran his hand over his eyes and then leant forward, looked at Jensen carefully. Prepared to stop if it became too much, he began to spell out the way the delivery would run, if everything went according to plan.
“Once you’re on the delivery table we’ll have to place you in restraints.” He put his hand out, rested it on Jensen’s arm as he startled at the idea. “No, no, don’t panic about that. We have to. We can’t use a general anesthetic to knock you out completely so the restraints will keep you still in case you try to move. A local will be administered and the delivery will begin once that’s working.”
“Will I .. will I be able to see anything?”
“No. We’ll block your view. Your mom and dad, and Jared will be there. I’m sure, between them, they’ll be able to keep you distracted.”
“My dad?”
“Yeah. He wanted to help.”
Jensen looked down at his hands, started to pick at his fingernails. He didn’t look up as Jeff continued. “I’ll try to use the scar that you already have but I’ll probably need more room to work given that there are two pouches to remove, one of which will be close to full term. I’ll take your daughter first, then your son. I can fully anesthetize you at any time after the pouches are removed if you need it for me to finish up. If there are no complications then it’ll probably take between one and two hours from start to finish.”
Jensen remained silent, his eyes still focused on his hands. When he looked up Jeff didn’t miss the sigh, “Two days?”
Jeff nodded. “Two days.”
Jensen didn’t turn back as he left the room.
Sam kept staring at the report he’d been handed at the border and crumpled it up, cursing. There was nothing quite like seeing the evidence in black and white. Steve had told him as soon as he’d found out, but Sam had wanted, needed, more than his word as proof.
They’d been fortunate Steve had discovered what he had. He hadn’t been looking for the information, but once he’d stumbled across it while dealing with a gang related murder in the precinct he worked in, he knew there were people who’d be interested. Knew he had to pass it on.
Sam had received the information less than twenty four hours later. “Fuck.”
The headache that had plagued him for the last seventy two hours wasn’t going to be abandoning him anytime soon. There was only so much sleep coffee could replace and now his body was complaining every way it knew how.
He tried to see alternatives – there weren’t any.
He had to move them soon.
It had been his intention to let them stay where they were until after the winter. Keep them out of harms way, off the roads, for a little while longer. But Detective Carlton’s revelation had radically altered his plans.
He grabbed the radio from beneath the dash as he turned away from the security checkpoint, squinting into the sun as it sat too low in the sky.
Chris only took a moment to respond. “So?”
Sam knew better than to question what he’d been handed. Chris and Steve went back a long way, far longer than Chris had known Sarah even, and any criticism would’ve been taken badly. Not that he had anything to criticize, it wouldn’t be fair to shoot the messenger after all. “He was right.”
Chris made some comment about how it might not be as much of a disaster as they thought it was, not since so much time had passed and nothing had happened. Not yet at any rate.
Sam wanted to take comfort in Chris’ words but it would’ve been hollow. He’d long since given up believing in good luck.
Two days, forty eight hours, really wasn’t that long in the scheme of things. It didn’t matter how everyone tried to reassure him – even Trey – the race towards the finishing line didn’t take long enough.
Jared hadn’t said anything when he’d told him, confessed, what he’d spent days hiding. He’d looked a little disappointed, a lot worried, and Jensen had felt like shit. Jared shouting the way his mother had would’ve been a relief … but Jared had been too understanding.
It was typical that it was snowing as they all made their way to the clinic. Joe behind, trying to spark up a conversation with his parents, while Jared walked beside him, held his arm, tried to bolster him with smiles.
Jensen was still terrified. The sickness in his stomach most certainly caused by fear and not by the fact he’d not been allowed to eat for the last ten hours.
He didn’t feel any warmer when they entered Jeff’s domain but at this point he was operating on automatic pilot, going where he was led, doing whatever he was told to do.
When he entered the delivery room, two heated cribs by the wall, sealed incubators just a little way round the corner in case they needed oxygen as well as warmth. He lost track of everyone as they began cleaning up, moving things into position.
“Hey. Not long.”
Jensen couldn’t return Jared’s smile, no matter how much he felt he owed it to him. He looked at the clock.
Nine thirty.
Either way, it would all be over by lunchtime.
Next
Title: Desperate Times (47/50)
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: A lot to happen in this, and the three chapters which follow, but don’t worry if you’re hoping for more - Desperate Measures is in the planning stages and I envision it being a good 50,000 words long. (I am desperately trying to make it shorter than this and it better behave!)
Jeff looked up and placed his book on the table as Jensen entered. There was no greeting, no words spoken at all, but the younger man still appeared nervous and agitated as he turned to close the door behind him, shut out the arctic chill. There was also an heir of determination that Jeff was gladdened to see. Jensen was strong, stronger than he gave himself credit for, he just needed to recognize that fact for himself.
Maybe he already had.
Jeff turned his book over, Jensen didn’t need to see what he was reading, and placed his half empty mug of coffee next to it before leaning back in his chair, “To what do I owe this pleasure? You alright?”
Jensen snorted, his hands subconsciously moving to his stomach, rubbing round and under, “You sound like Jared, he keeps asking that.”
Jeff scrunched up his face before laughing, “Well, I’m a doctor. It’s in the script.”
Jensen nodded and moved slowly, unsteadily, to stand in front of the fire. He rubbed his hands to get them warm and Jeff was convinced that it was only Jensen’s brief stint outside that had put color in his cheeks, because his pallor of late had looked positively anemic.
His visitor was here for a reason, if Jensen had to work his way up to telling him, then so be it. Jeff picked up his coffee, took a sip, and then moved to put the kettle back on top of the stove. Unlike the other cabins this one did not solely rely on the stove for all of its heat or hot water, but the fuel for the new generator would only last so long and he wanted to keep it for when it was needed. “You want a drink?”
Jensen nodded, “Thanks.”
Jeff turned his back on Jensen. Concentrated on getting what he needed from the cupboards, “At least there’s a break in the weather. According to Chris there’s a new storm front heading this way. Should be here before the weekend.”
Jeff was aware of Jensen moving away from the fire, sitting at the table Jeff had just vacated. From the corner of his eye he caught the discomfort flash across Jensen’s face as he lowered himself gingerly onto a chair, but he didn’t comment. “You heard from Chris? He say if Sam was alright?”
Jeff nodded, “Chris was checking in, seeing if we needed anything. Sam’ll drop round with supplies in a day or two.” He picked up the kettle as it started boiling. “It’s a shame that thing isn’t more reliable. As soon as the weather kicks in we’ll be cut off again.”
“I guess it’s because of the wavelength of the signal, right? I mean no-one broadcasts on those frequencies anymore so transmissions aren’t likely to be picked up.”
“True. But it cuts us off for the duration.”
Jeff hated that, the idea of being cut off from help in an emergency. But then again who could he contact for help if he needed it anyway? No one he could risk bringing out here. No one he could be completely honest with. He had a contact who was willing to run a paternity test after the birth. A name Sam had provided him with, but he could hardly ask someone who worked in a lab to talk him through emergency procedures – which was why he’d been studying. Brushing up on the theory in case practical experience let him down.
Jeff handed the tea to Jensen and waited for a reaction. Jensen sniffed it carefully before taking a sip, the smell of peppermint strong enough to reach Jeff from where he stood. “I guess coffee’s out of the question?”
“Afraid so.” Jeff sat down to enjoy another caffeine laden brew and took the plunge. “So, what brings you all the way over here given that I’m not your favorite person?”
Jensen sat back, let the cup sit in front of him on the table, but kept his pale hands wrapped round it. “You had a meeting.”
Jeff didn’t deny it, just took another sip while he waited for Jensen to continue.
“I should’ve been there.”
“You think so?” Jeff kept his face impassive.
“Yes. I do.”
Jeff smiled, “That would’ve been difficult, wouldn’t it? Since I can never get you over here to see me.”
“I’d have come.”
“Glad to hear it. We can talk now if you like.”
Jensen bit his lip, brow furrowed. “Tell me about it. About the labor. About what to expect.”
Jeff put his empty cup back on the table. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll tell you exactly what you want to know, if you let me examine you right now.”
“I…”
“That’s what I’m offering. I examine you, you answer a couple of questions and then I tell you where we stand in the preparations for your surgery. You can ask Jared to come over here if you want to. If you need him …”
Jensen shook his head, “No. No, it’s okay. I’ll … I’ll do what you want.”
Jeff smiled. He never had a doubt.
Jeff frowned as he looked at Jensen’s blood pressure reading. It was too low, but it was only to be expected given the circumstances.
“You’re an idiot, do you know that? How much sleep have you lost over this?”
Jensen looked pained, embarrassed. That answered his question. “Your kids are using your internal organs as a jungle gym. It’s no wonder the blood supply to the pouches has been placed under strain. The vessels, the smaller ones, are tearing. What you’ve been suffering isn’t that serious Jensen, but it could’ve become so. Very.”
“I’d’ve come to you if it had gotten worse.” He spoke quietly, every syllable laced with guilt.
“But what if it had been too late then? You say you’re putting your children first? I’m telling you we could’ve lost all three of you. The bleeding, minor as it is, is a warning Jensen. The only one you’re going to get. You could’ve bled out if one of the larger vessels had ruptured.”
Jensen tensed his jaw. Whether there was an apology or a further explanation on the end of his tongue, he swallowed it. “So what now?”
“So now we don’t wait.”
Jensen eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Wha..?”
“Two weeks, Jensen. That’s the timeframe I was working on. I’ll get your blood pressure back up, then we’ll deliver. Two days, that’s what you’ve got now. Just two days.”
He gave Jensen a moment to get used to the idea. Waited until color attempted to return to cheeks already too pale.
“So tell me…”
Jeff looked at the ceiling. Jensen already looked like he’d heard enough, like he was ready to run, but he wanted this. Probably needed it if truth be told.
Jeff ran his hand over his eyes and then leant forward, looked at Jensen carefully. Prepared to stop if it became too much, he began to spell out the way the delivery would run, if everything went according to plan.
“Once you’re on the delivery table we’ll have to place you in restraints.” He put his hand out, rested it on Jensen’s arm as he startled at the idea. “No, no, don’t panic about that. We have to. We can’t use a general anesthetic to knock you out completely so the restraints will keep you still in case you try to move. A local will be administered and the delivery will begin once that’s working.”
“Will I .. will I be able to see anything?”
“No. We’ll block your view. Your mom and dad, and Jared will be there. I’m sure, between them, they’ll be able to keep you distracted.”
“My dad?”
“Yeah. He wanted to help.”
Jensen looked down at his hands, started to pick at his fingernails. He didn’t look up as Jeff continued. “I’ll try to use the scar that you already have but I’ll probably need more room to work given that there are two pouches to remove, one of which will be close to full term. I’ll take your daughter first, then your son. I can fully anesthetize you at any time after the pouches are removed if you need it for me to finish up. If there are no complications then it’ll probably take between one and two hours from start to finish.”
Jensen remained silent, his eyes still focused on his hands. When he looked up Jeff didn’t miss the sigh, “Two days?”
Jeff nodded. “Two days.”
Jensen didn’t turn back as he left the room.
Sam kept staring at the report he’d been handed at the border and crumpled it up, cursing. There was nothing quite like seeing the evidence in black and white. Steve had told him as soon as he’d found out, but Sam had wanted, needed, more than his word as proof.
They’d been fortunate Steve had discovered what he had. He hadn’t been looking for the information, but once he’d stumbled across it while dealing with a gang related murder in the precinct he worked in, he knew there were people who’d be interested. Knew he had to pass it on.
Sam had received the information less than twenty four hours later. “Fuck.”
The headache that had plagued him for the last seventy two hours wasn’t going to be abandoning him anytime soon. There was only so much sleep coffee could replace and now his body was complaining every way it knew how.
He tried to see alternatives – there weren’t any.
He had to move them soon.
It had been his intention to let them stay where they were until after the winter. Keep them out of harms way, off the roads, for a little while longer. But Detective Carlton’s revelation had radically altered his plans.
He grabbed the radio from beneath the dash as he turned away from the security checkpoint, squinting into the sun as it sat too low in the sky.
Chris only took a moment to respond. “So?”
Sam knew better than to question what he’d been handed. Chris and Steve went back a long way, far longer than Chris had known Sarah even, and any criticism would’ve been taken badly. Not that he had anything to criticize, it wouldn’t be fair to shoot the messenger after all. “He was right.”
Chris made some comment about how it might not be as much of a disaster as they thought it was, not since so much time had passed and nothing had happened. Not yet at any rate.
Sam wanted to take comfort in Chris’ words but it would’ve been hollow. He’d long since given up believing in good luck.
Two days, forty eight hours, really wasn’t that long in the scheme of things. It didn’t matter how everyone tried to reassure him – even Trey – the race towards the finishing line didn’t take long enough.
Jared hadn’t said anything when he’d told him, confessed, what he’d spent days hiding. He’d looked a little disappointed, a lot worried, and Jensen had felt like shit. Jared shouting the way his mother had would’ve been a relief … but Jared had been too understanding.
It was typical that it was snowing as they all made their way to the clinic. Joe behind, trying to spark up a conversation with his parents, while Jared walked beside him, held his arm, tried to bolster him with smiles.
Jensen was still terrified. The sickness in his stomach most certainly caused by fear and not by the fact he’d not been allowed to eat for the last ten hours.
He didn’t feel any warmer when they entered Jeff’s domain but at this point he was operating on automatic pilot, going where he was led, doing whatever he was told to do.
When he entered the delivery room, two heated cribs by the wall, sealed incubators just a little way round the corner in case they needed oxygen as well as warmth. He lost track of everyone as they began cleaning up, moving things into position.
“Hey. Not long.”
Jensen couldn’t return Jared’s smile, no matter how much he felt he owed it to him. He looked at the clock.
Nine thirty.
Either way, it would all be over by lunchtime.
Next
