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beansideTitle: 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.
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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
avid_slackerWarning: 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 02:01 pm (UTC)Bisou totally needs love. *nod*
And she'll get some, I promise.