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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. Sweet Charity fic, for
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Warning: Character injury, permanent disability.
12:00.
Jeff glanced at the clock over the stove for the eight-millionth time. It was noon, and he hadn't heard a peep from Jensen. Sure the guy was never a morning person, but this was a little ridiculous.
Everything in him said “go check on him,” but the last thing Jeff wanted to do was imply that Jensen couldn't take care of himself.
Apparently tired of watching Daddy waffle, Bisou got up and trotted down the hall to Jensen's room, nosing open the door.
“Bisou! Don't you dare—Come here,” Jeff hissed.
He would swear sometimes that the damn dog was smarter than him. At the very least, she had the market cornered on stubborn.
She trotted in the room and Jeff started down the hall, hesitating at Jensen's door.
Then, Bisou whined piteously, her 'why won't you talk to me' sound, and Jeff nudged the door open. “Bisou, cut it out. Let the poor man sleep-”
She looked up from next to Jensen on the carpet, the wheelchair tilted onto its side.
“Jesus, Jen! Are you okay?”
The look Jensen shot him could have flayed skin from bone. “I'm awesome. How are you?” He rubbed at his legs,
“You should have called!”
“Oh for Christ's sake, Jeff. I'm not a fucking invalid. I toppled the chair. Whoopee. It's a near daily occurrence. I'll get up as soon as some of the spasms ease up, okay?”
“I could help you-”
“No. I'm fine,” Jensen spat. “Just let me handle it.”
“Jen,” Jeff started.
“Fuck, are you deaf? I thought I was the handicapped person here. Out!”
Jeff clucked his tongue, and Bisou came to his side quickly, following him quietly out of the room.
Jensen didn't come out that afternoon. Jeff waited, wondering what he would say. When darkness started to fall, he turned on his computer and hit the internet.
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. Sweet Charity fic, for
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Warning: Character injury, permanent disability.
12:00.
Jeff glanced at the clock over the stove for the eight-millionth time. It was noon, and he hadn't heard a peep from Jensen. Sure the guy was never a morning person, but this was a little ridiculous.
Everything in him said “go check on him,” but the last thing Jeff wanted to do was imply that Jensen couldn't take care of himself.
Apparently tired of watching Daddy waffle, Bisou got up and trotted down the hall to Jensen's room, nosing open the door.
“Bisou! Don't you dare—Come here,” Jeff hissed.
He would swear sometimes that the damn dog was smarter than him. At the very least, she had the market cornered on stubborn.
She trotted in the room and Jeff started down the hall, hesitating at Jensen's door.
Then, Bisou whined piteously, her 'why won't you talk to me' sound, and Jeff nudged the door open. “Bisou, cut it out. Let the poor man sleep-”
She looked up from next to Jensen on the carpet, the wheelchair tilted onto its side.
“Jesus, Jen! Are you okay?”
The look Jensen shot him could have flayed skin from bone. “I'm awesome. How are you?” He rubbed at his legs,
“You should have called!”
“Oh for Christ's sake, Jeff. I'm not a fucking invalid. I toppled the chair. Whoopee. It's a near daily occurrence. I'll get up as soon as some of the spasms ease up, okay?”
“I could help you-”
“No. I'm fine,” Jensen spat. “Just let me handle it.”
“Jen,” Jeff started.
“Fuck, are you deaf? I thought I was the handicapped person here. Out!”
Jeff clucked his tongue, and Bisou came to his side quickly, following him quietly out of the room.
Jensen didn't come out that afternoon. Jeff waited, wondering what he would say. When darkness started to fall, he turned on his computer and hit the internet.
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Date: 2008-04-15 12:57 pm (UTC)*pats confused Bisou*
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Date: 2008-04-15 01:57 pm (UTC)Except cake. Cake is pretty easy, and tasty. *nod*
But yeah. Thank you!
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Date: 2008-04-15 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 01:59 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked!
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Date: 2008-04-15 01:23 pm (UTC)But I agree with the comment above...I think Bisou needs some lovin'!! She tries to love her humans!
I love this fic. You have no idea!
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:01 pm (UTC)Bisou totally needs love. *nod*
And she'll get some, I promise.
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 02:14 pm (UTC)This is going to be a hard road to travel along isn't it?
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:44 pm (UTC)It is going to be a hard road for him.
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 02:45 pm (UTC)*grin* Thank you!
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Date: 2008-04-15 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-19 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-15 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-19 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 06:54 pm (UTC)It'll be interesting to see which one of these guys 'break' first...
*hugs*
-C-
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 10:13 pm (UTC)and...Jeff hitting the internet makes me grin, because it makes me think of his comment above about Bisou's being stubborn, and uhm, like dog, like owner? ;)
thank you :D
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-19 01:55 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2008-04-15 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-19 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 11:00 pm (UTC)Cliffnote version of my response is:
Oh Jen. I'd hug you, but then you'd accuse me of treating you like an invalid. Poor Jeff is just trying to do the right thing. I'm glad Bisou is there to check in on Jensen without that pesky urge to "respect his privacy."
I also adore the title because that song is just so amazingly powerful. The lyrics alone provoke so many strong images, and the way Johnny Cash sings it is simply amazing. It's a great association to make with this series.
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:37 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it! (and yes, it's an amazingly powerful song, and kinda says where the series is going, in a nutshell. *grin*)
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Date: 2008-04-19 03:01 pm (UTC)That's the section of the song that always breaks my heart every single time I hear it. The idea of being completely alone and thinking you deserve it. That you need it in order to protect people.
Aw, Johnny Cash your version of this song just breaks me. The NiN version is also gut wrenching, but there's something powerful about the simplicity of Cash's version.
Thanks for writing! I can't wait for more!
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Date: 2008-04-16 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-19 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-16 03:24 am (UTC)Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-16 06:23 am (UTC)When Jeff realizes he´s in pain he´s going to get really pissed.
I´m loving your fic, hon:)But the chaps are still too short!!!*g*
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:44 pm (UTC)I'd love the chaps to be longer, but for now, that's what I've got. *shrug*
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Date: 2008-04-16 08:03 pm (UTC)Jensen sorting is most certainly required, and who better to do it than Jeff.
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-17 03:03 pm (UTC)I also woke up to the cat throwing up. yay.
And I didn't see this when you posted.
::kicks ground::
Anywhoo--I'll say this. What I loved about this chapter was that Jeff didn't hover. He didn't push. He listened to Jensen.
What I want to know--and what I know I won't know for a while since the story is from Jeff's pov--is whether Jensen expected Jeff to listen to Jensen. I mean, nobody else seemed to listen to Jensen. I want to know precisely what's going through Jensen's head: how much is shame, how much if grief, how much is anger, how much is something else he feels around Jeff that Jen's not admitting to.
I know that we're getting Jeff's POV,and that's working, so I'm not lobbying for you to change that, because I don't want you to do that to the story.
But consider this my official entry in the "Conversations I'm Looking Forward To Watching Them Have Down the Road" when things are better resolved.
I'm looking forward, in other words, to watching Jeff react to Jensen's response to this.
I'm looking forward to watching Jeff watch Jensen be surprised that he doesn't have to take care of Jeff's emotions and that Jeff won't rush in to save Jensen unless he asks. I'm curious to find out how much Jensen has been, even unconsciously, letting other people do things for him because Jensen doesn't want to ask/has trouble admitting that he needs help.
I don't know the answer to what it's going to look like, but I'll sure like reading it--as much as I liked reading this--when it arrives.
All right, gotta run. Please to be telling your wife I'll try to send feedback on her fic tomorrow. le sigh. I ran out of time this morning. Blerg.
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Date: 2008-04-19 12:47 pm (UTC)