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a hole in the ground, looking around nervously before daring to come out, tiny baby bunnies
following on its heels. The air is warm and everything smells of spring. Jensen laughs,
everything and everyone forgotten as he gets lost once again in the world he s creating.
Jared watches him, his heart swelling with pride and love so fierce he wishes he could fling
the windows open and show the whole world what it s missing. He looks over at Sandy, at
her wide eyes and her mouth open in wonderment. When he reaches across the couch and
takes her hand she grabs hold of him, her heartbeat pounding in her fingertips.
Jared breathes out. Maybe. Maybe, he thinks, everything will work out after all.
fin
This Strange And Mournful Day
Timestamp. Takes place approx. a year after the epilogue. Jensen's mother shows up
They re in the kitchen, laughing at something Jared later can t remember. Jensen is sitting on
the kitchen counter, eyes crinkling at the corners as laughter bubbles up from his chest. One
foot reaches out to poke Jared in the side and Jared shimmies away with a yelp, almost
dropping the wooden spoon in his hand. No messing with the chef, is what he s saying
when the doorbell rings and Jensen laughs out loud as he jumps off the counter and heads for
the door, swatting Jared s ass playfully as he passes. The sound of his laughter echoes off the
walls as he walks through the living room and to the front door and Jared shakes his head,
smiling. Sometimes Jensen can be such a
It feels like a freight train ran straight into the building. The impact has Jared staggering and
the pot he d been stirring falls off the stove, splattering tomato sauce all over the front of the
ugly apron Jensen insists he wears while cooking. He stares down at it, globs of red running
down and dripping on the floor, joining the puddle of hot sauce spreading in front of his feet.
He hardly registers the heat soaking through his thick socks at the toes, his mind still frozen
on, What the hell was that? until suddenly he jerks out of his stupor and turns around, eyes
wide. Jensen?
He slips in the mess in his hurry, spreading smears of red sauce on the light brown tiles.
Cursing under his breath he rips off the apron and throws it to the side as he yells, Jensen!
Jen! You okay? and runs out into the hall.
The first thing he sees is Jensen, sitting straight-legged on the floor like the force of the
impact had flung him backwards, his eyes fixed on the door. The next thing he registers is the
person standing in the doorway. She looks&
Oh. Oh fuck.
He turns his back on her, that wretched shaking being staring at him like he s the intruder,
and crouches by Jensen s side, trying to see any signs of awareness in his eyes. There are
none. They re as blank as an unwritten page; pupils shot so wide Jared can see his own
reflection clearly framed within the thin circles of the irises.
Jensen? Jensen, can you hear me? Oh Jesus! Jared rubs a hand over his face. There s
tomato sauce on his thumb and it smears on his forehead. Don t do this, please. Jen?
Who& ? the woman starts but Jared throws up his hand, shutting her up without turning his
head. If he looks at her he might hit her.
You ve got some nerve just showing up here, he says instead. His voice shakes, he s so
angry. Some goddamn nerve. He can feel Jensen s heartbeat under the palm of his hand,
fast and erratic. His skin is pale, sweaty. His eyes skitter all over the place, unseeing and
frantic. Wherever he is it s not good.
Jensen? Come on, Jared pleads, shaking Jensen before pulling him to his chest, wrapping
his arms around the rigid form and closing his eyes as he tries to figure out what to do.
Okay, okay, he whispers. Let s just get you to bed. It s gonna be alright. Everything s
gonna be fine.
For once Jensen is not pliant. Jared hauls him to his feet but he wont move, knees locked in
place, back stiff. In the end Jared picks him up, staggering a little under the weight before
slowly making his way to the bedroom. He lays Jensen on the bed and then just stands there, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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a hole in the ground, looking around nervously before daring to come out, tiny baby bunnies
following on its heels. The air is warm and everything smells of spring. Jensen laughs,
everything and everyone forgotten as he gets lost once again in the world he s creating.
Jared watches him, his heart swelling with pride and love so fierce he wishes he could fling
the windows open and show the whole world what it s missing. He looks over at Sandy, at
her wide eyes and her mouth open in wonderment. When he reaches across the couch and
takes her hand she grabs hold of him, her heartbeat pounding in her fingertips.
Jared breathes out. Maybe. Maybe, he thinks, everything will work out after all.
fin
This Strange And Mournful Day
Timestamp. Takes place approx. a year after the epilogue. Jensen's mother shows up
They re in the kitchen, laughing at something Jared later can t remember. Jensen is sitting on
the kitchen counter, eyes crinkling at the corners as laughter bubbles up from his chest. One
foot reaches out to poke Jared in the side and Jared shimmies away with a yelp, almost
dropping the wooden spoon in his hand. No messing with the chef, is what he s saying
when the doorbell rings and Jensen laughs out loud as he jumps off the counter and heads for
the door, swatting Jared s ass playfully as he passes. The sound of his laughter echoes off the
walls as he walks through the living room and to the front door and Jared shakes his head,
smiling. Sometimes Jensen can be such a
It feels like a freight train ran straight into the building. The impact has Jared staggering and
the pot he d been stirring falls off the stove, splattering tomato sauce all over the front of the
ugly apron Jensen insists he wears while cooking. He stares down at it, globs of red running
down and dripping on the floor, joining the puddle of hot sauce spreading in front of his feet.
He hardly registers the heat soaking through his thick socks at the toes, his mind still frozen
on, What the hell was that? until suddenly he jerks out of his stupor and turns around, eyes
wide. Jensen?
He slips in the mess in his hurry, spreading smears of red sauce on the light brown tiles.
Cursing under his breath he rips off the apron and throws it to the side as he yells, Jensen!
Jen! You okay? and runs out into the hall.
The first thing he sees is Jensen, sitting straight-legged on the floor like the force of the
impact had flung him backwards, his eyes fixed on the door. The next thing he registers is the
person standing in the doorway. She looks&
Oh. Oh fuck.
He turns his back on her, that wretched shaking being staring at him like he s the intruder,
and crouches by Jensen s side, trying to see any signs of awareness in his eyes. There are
none. They re as blank as an unwritten page; pupils shot so wide Jared can see his own
reflection clearly framed within the thin circles of the irises.
Jensen? Jensen, can you hear me? Oh Jesus! Jared rubs a hand over his face. There s
tomato sauce on his thumb and it smears on his forehead. Don t do this, please. Jen?
Who& ? the woman starts but Jared throws up his hand, shutting her up without turning his
head. If he looks at her he might hit her.
You ve got some nerve just showing up here, he says instead. His voice shakes, he s so
angry. Some goddamn nerve. He can feel Jensen s heartbeat under the palm of his hand,
fast and erratic. His skin is pale, sweaty. His eyes skitter all over the place, unseeing and
frantic. Wherever he is it s not good.
Jensen? Come on, Jared pleads, shaking Jensen before pulling him to his chest, wrapping
his arms around the rigid form and closing his eyes as he tries to figure out what to do.
Okay, okay, he whispers. Let s just get you to bed. It s gonna be alright. Everything s
gonna be fine.
For once Jensen is not pliant. Jared hauls him to his feet but he wont move, knees locked in
place, back stiff. In the end Jared picks him up, staggering a little under the weight before
slowly making his way to the bedroom. He lays Jensen on the bed and then just stands there, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]