Fic: Upon My Liar's Chair (2/?) WIP

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Title: Upon My Liar's Chair
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Thankfully, this didn't happen. I don't know them, I don't know what they do in their spare time, but I doubt it's any of this.
A/N: Much love to my wife for doing the quick once over. I forgot yesterday to also say that this is a Sweet Charity fic, for avid_slacker
Warning: Character injury, permanent disability.



Jensen closed his eyes as the doctor left. The guy had babbled forever, it felt like. And all that, to say one thing. We don't know. He could be walking tomorrow, or he might never walk again. They said that it was promising that he could feel his dick. At least it meant no diapers. He probably would have shot himself if it had been that bad.

The doctor had gone to get Jared. Kim was at the airport, picking up his parents and Kripke, or so he'd been told. The flights were delayed because of the big-ass storm that was raging over Vancouver. It was just as well. He needed a little longer to get his game face on before his mother showed up and started fussing.

Jared crept in, eyes locked on the floor.

"Dude, you gotta help me," Jensen said. "They tell me I can't have solid food until tomorrow. Now cough up the gummies."

Jared laughed and looked at Jensen, wincing at the way he had to crane his neck to meet Jared's eyes.

"Sit, already, you fricking Yeti. I'm going to break my--"

Jared sat, going pale.

"C'mon, dude. Don't start that. It's going to be fine," Jensen murmured. "Just means you'll get a little more screen time to be emo."

"Jen," Jared said softly.

"You know, when you're trying to get me to care and share, you sound just like Sam. Now with special emo bangs! Relax, Jare. I'm going to be okay."

"I know, I just...I'm sorry that it happened."

"I had to top your broken hand somehow, right?" Jensen tried to joke, but the words fell flat.

"Jen. You know if you need anything. You know I'm here, right?"

"Dude. Breaking so many guy rules." At Jared's puppydog face, he relented. "Yeah, I know. You're my brother, dude. I know you've got my back. Such as it is."

Jared shook his head, hand resting on Jensen's. "Okay. I'll quit it. Kim called. The flights are still delayed. They're talking about diverting them. They already diverted Jeff's plane apparently. He should be here soon, though."

"Jeff? Isn't he in Mexico?"

"Not anymore. I talked to him about ten minutes ago. He was just outside the border."

"Oh, man. He didn't have to do that," Jensen groaned. "Really, I'm okay. I mean, it'll be kinda nice to get a little down time mid season. Couple of weeks, I'll be ready to go."

Jared nodded. "Yeah. True. I should probably thank your klutzy ass."

Jensen smiled, relaxing a little. Okay. He could handle this. "You're welcome, Sasquatch."

The nurse came in a few minutes later, and slid some sort of muscle relaxant into his iv, and the world went soft-edged and fuzzy. When he woke up again, it was to his mother's worried face, her cool hands petting his hair.

"Hey," he managed, trying to force a tongue that felt ten times too big to work. "When'd you get in?"

There was a lot of 'Oh, baby' and assurances that everything was going to be all right. Funny, every time someone said that, it made him feel less and less sure.

He couldn't feel his legs, but he could feel the sheet moving as they spasmed, bouncing without any control. Worse, was the pain. It seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere below his hips. This random burning agony, as though flames were licking his legs.

His parents refused to look at his legs. More than once, he'd seen his mother's eyes slide away from them, looking anywhere else when the nurses came in to change his dressings and re-up his drugs.

It shouldn't have hurt.

The next time Jared was in, Jensen grabbed onto him like he was drowning. Maybe he was. Lost in a sea of antiseptic smells and polite smiles. "Jesus, don't leave me alone with them, you ass."

"Jen, they're you're parents. I can't really-"

"I know. They're just...it reminds me of why I don't visit for more than a few days at a time." He leaned his head against the pillow. "Jeff ever make it in?"

A shadow at the edge of his vision stirred, and he realized that Jeff had been there all along. "Sorry. You were sleeping when I came in, and then I think I passed out," Jeff drawled, rubbing a hand over his stubble.

Despite everything, Jensen felt a smile crease his lips. "Hey, dead daddy,"

"Hey yourself," Jeff said, settling into one of the chairs next to his bed. "If you wanted to get me up here, you could just have made Erik write me in again."

"You didn't have to come," Jensen grinned. "You could have stayed in sunny Mexico."

"Jesus, no. I'm kind of hoping that by the time I get back Cate's killed the director, and that'll be that."

"That much fun?" Jensen felt himself relax, Jeff's snort of laughter bringing with it memories of pot and cheesy movies.

"The last thing the asshole directed was a music video, but he thinks he's Oliver Stone meets Tarantino. But without any of the actual talent. He's got Cate Blanchett and he keeps talking to her like she's twelve. You do not call Galadriel 'sweetie' if you like your balls."

"Oh, man." For a few blessed minutes, he forgot about his legs, forgot the pain while Jeff regaled them with tales from the set. Then, his parents were back, and Jeff and Jared gave way, let his mother sit next to him with her tear-red eyes, and his father, quietly reading prayers behind her.

They were acting like he was dead. Like this was the end.

When the nurse came in with the painkillers, he greeted her with a grateful smile, and slipped back down into oblivion.