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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.
A/N: Much love to my wife for doing the quick once over. Sweet Charity fic, for avid_slacker.
Warning: Character injury, permanent disability.
It was three in the afternoon when Jeff finally called off dinner. Didn't make much sense to have it when the guest of honor was MIA.
Jared threw a hissy, of course, and then showed up at the house five minutes later, still ranting. “I cannot believe that you just let him leave?” he yelled.
“Jared, what was I supposed to do? Chain him to the car? Kidnap him? Maybe he's right. We are treating him like a child.”
“We're treating him like people who care about him.” Jared raked a hand through his hair. “I hate this. I hate that I can't help him. I want to fix it.”
“Jare. The doctor told him it's never going to get back to full mobility. The best he can hope for is to use braces and a walker,” Jeff said softly.
Jared sat down hard, looking like Jeff had punched him. “Damn. I know it was an outside chance, but I was hoping...Fuck.”
“Yeah.” And now, Jensen was all alone, god only knew where, with all the time in the world to think about what he'd lost.
When had he started shaking? Jeff looked at the coffee sloshing in the cup as his hand trembled. “Um.”
Jared took the mug from him, looking at him curiously. "Jeff?"
"Sorry. Adrenaline." Jeff shook his head and walked out into the backyard, stomach churning. Fuck. He was okay. Everything was okay. This too would pass.
A small hand closed on his, and he looked up.
"Hey," Sandy said softly. "You wanna talk about it?"
Jeff shook his head, then sighed. "Think it'll help?"
"Maybe."
"Fucking Psych majors, man. You all just have that patented look, don't you?" Jeff rubbed a hand over his face. "So, when I was in college, I blew out my knee. I'd been a basketball scholarship kid up til then. Y'know, so full of myself you'd have thought I was walking on water instead of throwing a ball through a hoop."
Sandy laughed. "So, a typical jock, in other words."
"Yeah. Then, all of a sudden, it was gone. Bum knee, kid. Sucks to be you." Jeff tilted his head back, looking at the sky. "I didn't take it well, and the school wasn't a help, revoking my scholarship, and trying to charge me for the semester I'd gotten hurt during."
"They're all heart," Sandy agreed.
"I drank. A lot. Like borderline AA meeting lot."
"Reasonable reaction," she murmured. "Overkill, but understandable."
"One night, I swallowed all the pain meds I had left with half a bottle of Jack."
"Oh, baby," Sandy pulled him close, as though her little body could absorb the memory from him.
"Yeah. I realized about three seconds from blacking out that I'd done a dumb thing, but too late to really do anything about it."
"But you survived."
"Yeah. Brent, my roommate came home. Stopped by to offer me his leftover hot wings. Brent...well, he's got some experience with um...things."
"Jeff, all of your buddies are total potheads and beyond, I can handle it. Not like it's news that he might know how to handle an OD."
The dry admission startled a laugh out of Jeff. "Yeah, I guess you can."
"So, he saved you."
"Yeah. Thankfully. After that, I kinda threw myself back into things. Tried to get as close to normal as I could. And I did okay."
She grinned, her nose wrinkling. "You did great. But Jen's not you. You can't lay your issues on him. He's got plenty of his own."
"Yeah." Jeff sighed. "I've never told anyone that."
"I'm a good listener," Sandy said, shrugging. "He's gonna be okay, Jeff. But he's gonna be okay in his own time. Not yours, not mine, and not Jared's."
"So what am I supposed to do? I can't let him hurt himself, Sandy."
"No. But let him find his own way. Don't push him. Just let him know you're there, and that you think he's worth fighting for. And know that he's probably going to take his frustration out on you."
"Yeah, I noticed that part."
Sandy leaned on her tiptoes and brushed a kiss against his cheek. "It'll be okay, dead daddy."
Jared's solid bulk leaned into him from behind, looping an arm around him in an awkward hug. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah. I am." He glanced back at Jared and grinned. "Can I steal your girlfriend?"
"Nah, I'm kinda attached."
"There's always time share," Sandy grinned impishly.
Jeff chuckled, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I should be so lucky. You two don't have to stick around if you've got other stuff to do. I'll call when he gets home."
"I got nowhere else to go," Jared announced. "Besides, I was promised grilled baby backs."
"True. I did promise that," Jeff grinned a little. "Okay. I can do that."
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_slacker.
Warning: Character injury, permanent disability.
It was three in the afternoon when Jeff finally called off dinner. Didn't make much sense to have it when the guest of honor was MIA.
Jared threw a hissy, of course, and then showed up at the house five minutes later, still ranting. “I cannot believe that you just let him leave?” he yelled.
“Jared, what was I supposed to do? Chain him to the car? Kidnap him? Maybe he's right. We are treating him like a child.”
“We're treating him like people who care about him.” Jared raked a hand through his hair. “I hate this. I hate that I can't help him. I want to fix it.”
“Jare. The doctor told him it's never going to get back to full mobility. The best he can hope for is to use braces and a walker,” Jeff said softly.
Jared sat down hard, looking like Jeff had punched him. “Damn. I know it was an outside chance, but I was hoping...Fuck.”
“Yeah.” And now, Jensen was all alone, god only knew where, with all the time in the world to think about what he'd lost.
When had he started shaking? Jeff looked at the coffee sloshing in the cup as his hand trembled. “Um.”
Jared took the mug from him, looking at him curiously. "Jeff?"
"Sorry. Adrenaline." Jeff shook his head and walked out into the backyard, stomach churning. Fuck. He was okay. Everything was okay. This too would pass.
A small hand closed on his, and he looked up.
"Hey," Sandy said softly. "You wanna talk about it?"
Jeff shook his head, then sighed. "Think it'll help?"
"Maybe."
"Fucking Psych majors, man. You all just have that patented look, don't you?" Jeff rubbed a hand over his face. "So, when I was in college, I blew out my knee. I'd been a basketball scholarship kid up til then. Y'know, so full of myself you'd have thought I was walking on water instead of throwing a ball through a hoop."
Sandy laughed. "So, a typical jock, in other words."
"Yeah. Then, all of a sudden, it was gone. Bum knee, kid. Sucks to be you." Jeff tilted his head back, looking at the sky. "I didn't take it well, and the school wasn't a help, revoking my scholarship, and trying to charge me for the semester I'd gotten hurt during."
"They're all heart," Sandy agreed.
"I drank. A lot. Like borderline AA meeting lot."
"Reasonable reaction," she murmured. "Overkill, but understandable."
"One night, I swallowed all the pain meds I had left with half a bottle of Jack."
"Oh, baby," Sandy pulled him close, as though her little body could absorb the memory from him.
"Yeah. I realized about three seconds from blacking out that I'd done a dumb thing, but too late to really do anything about it."
"But you survived."
"Yeah. Brent, my roommate came home. Stopped by to offer me his leftover hot wings. Brent...well, he's got some experience with um...things."
"Jeff, all of your buddies are total potheads and beyond, I can handle it. Not like it's news that he might know how to handle an OD."
The dry admission startled a laugh out of Jeff. "Yeah, I guess you can."
"So, he saved you."
"Yeah. Thankfully. After that, I kinda threw myself back into things. Tried to get as close to normal as I could. And I did okay."
She grinned, her nose wrinkling. "You did great. But Jen's not you. You can't lay your issues on him. He's got plenty of his own."
"Yeah." Jeff sighed. "I've never told anyone that."
"I'm a good listener," Sandy said, shrugging. "He's gonna be okay, Jeff. But he's gonna be okay in his own time. Not yours, not mine, and not Jared's."
"So what am I supposed to do? I can't let him hurt himself, Sandy."
"No. But let him find his own way. Don't push him. Just let him know you're there, and that you think he's worth fighting for. And know that he's probably going to take his frustration out on you."
"Yeah, I noticed that part."
Sandy leaned on her tiptoes and brushed a kiss against his cheek. "It'll be okay, dead daddy."
Jared's solid bulk leaned into him from behind, looping an arm around him in an awkward hug. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah. I am." He glanced back at Jared and grinned. "Can I steal your girlfriend?"
"Nah, I'm kinda attached."
"There's always time share," Sandy grinned impishly.
Jeff chuckled, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I should be so lucky. You two don't have to stick around if you've got other stuff to do. I'll call when he gets home."
"I got nowhere else to go," Jared announced. "Besides, I was promised grilled baby backs."
"True. I did promise that," Jeff grinned a little. "Okay. I can do that."
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Date: 2008-05-08 02:23 pm (UTC)Sandy love! Great chapter, as always.
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:37 am (UTC)Thank you, darlin!
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:21 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:36 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-09 11:35 am (UTC)I love Jared and Sandy. So very, very much. They're just disturbingly cute together.
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Date: 2008-05-08 03:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad Jared and Sandy are sticking around. I can't wait to see what Jensen was up to, and I hope he's okay. It's also nice that Jeff has an outlet now. He's not just trying to deal with Jensen, and ignoring all his own frustrations.
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:33 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad it's working for you!
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Date: 2008-05-09 03:39 pm (UTC)By the way, I should probably comment on the actual fic, but I've been on this weird post-apocalyptic thing lately, where all I want to read is post-apocalyptic fic. I re-read all of Deathknell in the last two days and now I'm even more in love with the series as ever! It's just an amazing story. Thank you (and nilchance) for writing it!
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Date: 2008-05-08 05:04 pm (UTC)I agree with Lomer...I think barbeque would be just about perfect right now...especially if Jeff is cookin'!!
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:32 am (UTC)*laugh*
Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-08 05:16 pm (UTC)He can't drive yet, so did he just roll down the street from the house, or was he gone by the time Jeff got back from the doctor's office?
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Date: 2008-05-08 05:40 pm (UTC)It's right here. (http://beanside.livejournal.com/266582.html)
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Date: 2008-05-08 08:26 pm (UTC)Lovely chapter, but "grilled baby backs"? Is that something you transAtlantics say? It sounds gorily cannibalistic, haha.
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:31 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-08 11:31 pm (UTC)This just keeps getting better and better.
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:30 am (UTC)Thank you! *pets the Bisou icon*
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:28 am (UTC)I personally would like to share her, too. *grin*
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Date: 2008-05-09 04:43 am (UTC)Also loving this fic even more
:)
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Date: 2008-05-09 11:29 am (UTC)If you look at my reply to Atypia above, I posted a pic of her as the Crossroads Demon.