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raeschaeTitle: So This Is How It Ends
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Character(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (mentioned)
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #30 - Ending
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Whether Jared accepts his job offer or not, Jensen is leaving in a week and he's having trouble believing in happily-ever-afters.
Jensen should really start thinking about packing soon. He promised that he would be in San Francisco by the end of the month and, if he doesn't want to end up spending his first check replacing all of his equipment, he's going to have to spend more than one night getting ready to leave.
Somehow, getting wasted and staring at the wall seems like a better idea right now. Jared should be done with his shift at the coffee shop, and he'll be on his way over as soon as he talks to the guys in DC. Being drunk seems like the best way to handle that at the moment.
Unfortunately, Jared shows up before Jensen is anywhere near drunk enough. Slipping his key into the lock, he shoulders into the living room and stops short at the sight of Jensen in his underwear on the couch. “Jesus,” Jared breathes, shaking his head a little when Jensen slowly turns his head and offers him a half smile. “What the hell happened to you?”
If he doesn't think, this will be easier. Standing, Jensen sets his liquor bottle onto the coffee table and turns his full attention to Jared, who still looks a little shell-shocked. “I've been thinking,” he announces, feeling just loose enough. There's still plenty of whiskey left to erase the memories of tonight, if it goes like he think it will.
“About?” Jared quirks an eyebrow and rests his hip against the side of the couch, arms crossed over his chest.
Gesturing between them, Jensen says, “You and me. Me and you. California and Washington and everything, man.” He's rambling, but if he lets Jared interrupt him, he'll never say what he needs to say. “And I think that we, you and me, should just cut our losses and end this thing.”
Jared stumbles a little bit, but regains his balance fairly easily. “You what?”
“You're twenty-two, man. DC's gonna be full of hot political interns and shit. You're gonna wanna get laid. There's no reason for you to settle down yet.”
Jared's brow furrows when he says, “You're going to San Francisco, Jensen. If either of us is gonna be tempted, it's probably gonna be you.”
In all fairness, Jared probably doesn't mean it as an insult, but Jensen's interpretation of the words stings. “You're right. I'm gonna screw this up, Jared. Nobody's gonna be there to stop me and I'm gonna fuck it all up. So we should just,” he stops, his words running too far ahead of his brain. “We should just end it now.”
Stalking across the room, Jared catches his shoulders with both hands and bends his knees just enough to make sure they're eye-to-eye. “I didn't take the job.”
“You what?”
“Turned 'em down. Wasn't the right job for me.” He shrugs like he just decided not to buy milk this week or something.
Jensen can feel his mouth fall open and then snap shut again before he reaches out to cuff the back of Jared's head with his open palm. “It was the perfect job for you, asshole!”
Flinching away from the hand, Jared rolls his eyes and grasps both of Jensen's wrists. “It's the perfect job for somebody else. And before you ask, this isn't only about you. It's about this gut feeling I have. This isn't the job for me, Jensen, and I'm not taking it.”
“But you still don't know where you're gonna end up, right?” Jared shrugs again, allowing Jensen to pace across the room. “So we're still in the same long-distance boat here, man. I just. I don't know, Jared. I think it's smarter to end it now.”
When Jared looks at him, he's angry. There's no other way to spin it. “You don't wanna try to make this thing work, why don't you just say that.”
“Jared, long distance relationships rarely, if ever, actually work. There's just too much outside interference.”
But Jared isn't budging. With a shake of his head, he runs his hand through his hair and then laughs, cold and sarcastic. “Fuck that. I'm not letting you off the hook because you're afraid this might not work. You think we might get tempted by other people when we're apart? I'm pretty sure we will. But I believe that we can get around that until we figure out a way to be in the same place at the same time. I'm willing to try. I would have been, even if I had taken that job.” He slumps back against the couch. “Can't believe you thought breaking up would make it easier. Idiot.”
Sinking to his side, Jensen isn't sure what to think. Jared could be right, maybe. He could also be incredibly wrong, probably. “What if the next job you find is in New York?”
“What if it's in Sacramento?” is Jared's counter.
For that, Jensen doesn't really have an argument. “I'm leaving in a week,” he says, leaning over to bite the swell of Jared's shoulder. “We should probably have a lot of sex between now and then.”
Jared is laughing when he wraps a hand around the back of Jensen's neck and bites his earlobe playfully. “See, now you're thinkin' like a rational person,” he teases, standing to let himself into Jensen's bedroom.
He still has doubts, but they don't really seem all that important right now.
The Final Countdown
Author:
raeschaeCharacter(s)/Pairing: Jared/Jensen (mentioned)
Theme: Theme 04: Lover's Rock
Prompt(s): #30 - Ending
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Whether Jared accepts his job offer or not, Jensen is leaving in a week and he's having trouble believing in happily-ever-afters.
Jensen should really start thinking about packing soon. He promised that he would be in San Francisco by the end of the month and, if he doesn't want to end up spending his first check replacing all of his equipment, he's going to have to spend more than one night getting ready to leave.
Somehow, getting wasted and staring at the wall seems like a better idea right now. Jared should be done with his shift at the coffee shop, and he'll be on his way over as soon as he talks to the guys in DC. Being drunk seems like the best way to handle that at the moment.
Unfortunately, Jared shows up before Jensen is anywhere near drunk enough. Slipping his key into the lock, he shoulders into the living room and stops short at the sight of Jensen in his underwear on the couch. “Jesus,” Jared breathes, shaking his head a little when Jensen slowly turns his head and offers him a half smile. “What the hell happened to you?”
If he doesn't think, this will be easier. Standing, Jensen sets his liquor bottle onto the coffee table and turns his full attention to Jared, who still looks a little shell-shocked. “I've been thinking,” he announces, feeling just loose enough. There's still plenty of whiskey left to erase the memories of tonight, if it goes like he think it will.
“About?” Jared quirks an eyebrow and rests his hip against the side of the couch, arms crossed over his chest.
Gesturing between them, Jensen says, “You and me. Me and you. California and Washington and everything, man.” He's rambling, but if he lets Jared interrupt him, he'll never say what he needs to say. “And I think that we, you and me, should just cut our losses and end this thing.”
Jared stumbles a little bit, but regains his balance fairly easily. “You what?”
“You're twenty-two, man. DC's gonna be full of hot political interns and shit. You're gonna wanna get laid. There's no reason for you to settle down yet.”
Jared's brow furrows when he says, “You're going to San Francisco, Jensen. If either of us is gonna be tempted, it's probably gonna be you.”
In all fairness, Jared probably doesn't mean it as an insult, but Jensen's interpretation of the words stings. “You're right. I'm gonna screw this up, Jared. Nobody's gonna be there to stop me and I'm gonna fuck it all up. So we should just,” he stops, his words running too far ahead of his brain. “We should just end it now.”
Stalking across the room, Jared catches his shoulders with both hands and bends his knees just enough to make sure they're eye-to-eye. “I didn't take the job.”
“You what?”
“Turned 'em down. Wasn't the right job for me.” He shrugs like he just decided not to buy milk this week or something.
Jensen can feel his mouth fall open and then snap shut again before he reaches out to cuff the back of Jared's head with his open palm. “It was the perfect job for you, asshole!”
Flinching away from the hand, Jared rolls his eyes and grasps both of Jensen's wrists. “It's the perfect job for somebody else. And before you ask, this isn't only about you. It's about this gut feeling I have. This isn't the job for me, Jensen, and I'm not taking it.”
“But you still don't know where you're gonna end up, right?” Jared shrugs again, allowing Jensen to pace across the room. “So we're still in the same long-distance boat here, man. I just. I don't know, Jared. I think it's smarter to end it now.”
When Jared looks at him, he's angry. There's no other way to spin it. “You don't wanna try to make this thing work, why don't you just say that.”
“Jared, long distance relationships rarely, if ever, actually work. There's just too much outside interference.”
But Jared isn't budging. With a shake of his head, he runs his hand through his hair and then laughs, cold and sarcastic. “Fuck that. I'm not letting you off the hook because you're afraid this might not work. You think we might get tempted by other people when we're apart? I'm pretty sure we will. But I believe that we can get around that until we figure out a way to be in the same place at the same time. I'm willing to try. I would have been, even if I had taken that job.” He slumps back against the couch. “Can't believe you thought breaking up would make it easier. Idiot.”
Sinking to his side, Jensen isn't sure what to think. Jared could be right, maybe. He could also be incredibly wrong, probably. “What if the next job you find is in New York?”
“What if it's in Sacramento?” is Jared's counter.
For that, Jensen doesn't really have an argument. “I'm leaving in a week,” he says, leaning over to bite the swell of Jared's shoulder. “We should probably have a lot of sex between now and then.”
Jared is laughing when he wraps a hand around the back of Jensen's neck and bites his earlobe playfully. “See, now you're thinkin' like a rational person,” he teases, standing to let himself into Jensen's bedroom.
He still has doubts, but they don't really seem all that important right now.
The Final Countdown
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Date: 2010-08-11 07:30 pm (UTC)Awesome update as always :)
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Date: 2010-08-11 08:34 pm (UTC)Great update, can't wait to see how it all works out!
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Date: 2010-08-11 09:40 pm (UTC)all I can... It's just so...
He still has doubts, but they don't really seem all that important right now.
Oh jensen... :)
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Date: 2010-08-11 11:17 pm (UTC)Thanks - I can't believe there's only two left.
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Date: 2010-08-11 11:23 pm (UTC)Oh, Jensen indeed.
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