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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 funny how different the city looked from about twenty inches lower. And how many people either stared, or glanced and looked away. A few said hello to him, wished him well. Those were kind of nice.
Jensen thought it was kind of funny how hard it was to take those sentiments from someone who knew him, yet from a stranger, it was a balm.
As he was heading towards Stanley Park, a woman called his name, and he paused, looking up where he expected. Instead, another wheelchair,this one an electric powered one, pulled up next to him.
The young woman in it grinned. “You were in your own little world,” she said, laughing. “Also, you're a hell of a lot faster than I am.”
“Sorry,” Jensen apologized.
“S'okay. I was hoping to run into you, actually. Your agent's tired of hearing from me.”
Jensen sighed inwardly. Fuck. Another of the charities who wanted him to be their poster boy. Great. “Yeah, I haven't been talking to him much. Um. How can I help you, Miss...?” he prodded.
“Albertson. But call me Candi.”
“Candi?” Jensen's lips curled in a smirk that felt kind of Dean-like. After three months, it was kind of weird.
“Candace, but really. Every girl should have a stripper name.” She smiled, and lifted a tremoring hand, offering it to him.
He laughed. “Works for me. Okay, Candi, what can I do for you?”
“Actually, it's kind of the other way around. I run a group for people with spinal injuries and other disabilities who don't feel like sitting around on their ass all day.” She looked at the park, then at Jensen. “Obviously, you qualify.”
“I don't know about that. I've been pretty much a couch potato,” Jensen said softly. “Actually, I'm only out because I threw a temper tantrum at the friend who drove me, and made him let me out.” He stopped, blinking. “I have no idea why the hell I'm still talking.”
She chuckled softly. “'sa Bitch ain't it? When you realize that the only person you can actually talk to about this shit is a total stranger?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyhow, we meet every other Thursday, at one of the restaurants in Stanley.”
“Okay,” Jensen said cautiously.
“Think about it, okay? Even if you don't come regularly, it's a good resource. I know right now, you said you're not doing much, but once you go back to work-”
Jensen made a noise.
“Oh, do not tell me that they're giving you grief. You got hurt at work, legally-”
He held up his hand to stop her rant. “No. They're okay. I'm not sure—with Dean's character...how do you work a wheelchair into that?” He realized that he was actually asking, as opposed to his normal brush off.
“Oh, come on, Dean would be awesome in a wheelchair!” she exclaimed. “He'd totally put an airplane engine on it, and be chasing ghosts down at forty miles an hour. Oooh, or get a scooter and turn it into an ATV, with saddle bags for his weapons. Like Arnie in T-2 with the shotgun.”
Jensen laughed. “Oh, my god. You're a geek.”
“And? I just have a different mouse than I used to.” She shrugged. “But back to Dean, I think it would be good. Not to be bitchy, but Kripke has an appalling track record with minorities. They're all dead or evil. Or both. It'd be cool to see someone like me on television.”
“Someone who didn't hop out of the wheelchair the moment they call cut, you mean?”
She smiled a little bitterly. “Yeah. And who isn't going to win an Oscar for their “bravery,” in doing what I do every fucking day.”
Jensen nodded. “I can see that.”
“Plus, let's face it, it'll give you plenty of story to sink your teeth into, not to mention that Sam will have angst galore. I think it'd be cool. But, it's up to you. If you decide that you can't handle the grind, none of us are going to be there saying 'bitch, get off your ass.'”
Jensen laughed again. “Okay. I'll think about it.”
“Cool. And now, I gotta motor. Meeting my fiance for lunch,” she said, laughing.
Jensen watched her head down the street with a pang of envy. Somehow, he wasn't sure he'd ever be that comfortable.
The Fish house proved to be a nice stop for a late lunch, enjoying the view of people passing by. Fortunately, he never went far without his pain meds, so that wasn't a problem.
Afterwards, he did a loop around the park, speeding through straight aways and laughing himself sick when he lost control and had to bail out of the wheelchair just before landing in the Lost Lagoon.
By the time he managed to get the chair out of the water, the sun was setting, and he was soaked. He pulled the card Candi had given him for the paratransit cab and called.
Of course, just like any cab, that was another hour wait, and of course, with his luck, the rain was starting again. Not that it mattered, since his jeans were soaked through, but still, it sucked.
What sucked more? The flat tire his cab got about two miles from his house. Sure, he could have waited a little while for another cab, but it was two miles, for fuck's sake. He could handle it.
Except.
He hadn't been out without someone else driving. And he hadn't been paying all that much attention.
So, yeah, he got a little lost. And yeah, it was raining harder, the lighting crackling overhead. And it was a little cold, and maybe his lips were a little blue. And his cellphone was dead.
But still, by the time he pulled up to his gate, he was feeling a hell of a lot better than he had in weeks.
Then, he realized that he didn't have any keys.
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 funny how different the city looked from about twenty inches lower. And how many people either stared, or glanced and looked away. A few said hello to him, wished him well. Those were kind of nice.
Jensen thought it was kind of funny how hard it was to take those sentiments from someone who knew him, yet from a stranger, it was a balm.
As he was heading towards Stanley Park, a woman called his name, and he paused, looking up where he expected. Instead, another wheelchair,this one an electric powered one, pulled up next to him.
The young woman in it grinned. “You were in your own little world,” she said, laughing. “Also, you're a hell of a lot faster than I am.”
“Sorry,” Jensen apologized.
“S'okay. I was hoping to run into you, actually. Your agent's tired of hearing from me.”
Jensen sighed inwardly. Fuck. Another of the charities who wanted him to be their poster boy. Great. “Yeah, I haven't been talking to him much. Um. How can I help you, Miss...?” he prodded.
“Albertson. But call me Candi.”
“Candi?” Jensen's lips curled in a smirk that felt kind of Dean-like. After three months, it was kind of weird.
“Candace, but really. Every girl should have a stripper name.” She smiled, and lifted a tremoring hand, offering it to him.
He laughed. “Works for me. Okay, Candi, what can I do for you?”
“Actually, it's kind of the other way around. I run a group for people with spinal injuries and other disabilities who don't feel like sitting around on their ass all day.” She looked at the park, then at Jensen. “Obviously, you qualify.”
“I don't know about that. I've been pretty much a couch potato,” Jensen said softly. “Actually, I'm only out because I threw a temper tantrum at the friend who drove me, and made him let me out.” He stopped, blinking. “I have no idea why the hell I'm still talking.”
She chuckled softly. “'sa Bitch ain't it? When you realize that the only person you can actually talk to about this shit is a total stranger?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyhow, we meet every other Thursday, at one of the restaurants in Stanley.”
“Okay,” Jensen said cautiously.
“Think about it, okay? Even if you don't come regularly, it's a good resource. I know right now, you said you're not doing much, but once you go back to work-”
Jensen made a noise.
“Oh, do not tell me that they're giving you grief. You got hurt at work, legally-”
He held up his hand to stop her rant. “No. They're okay. I'm not sure—with Dean's character...how do you work a wheelchair into that?” He realized that he was actually asking, as opposed to his normal brush off.
“Oh, come on, Dean would be awesome in a wheelchair!” she exclaimed. “He'd totally put an airplane engine on it, and be chasing ghosts down at forty miles an hour. Oooh, or get a scooter and turn it into an ATV, with saddle bags for his weapons. Like Arnie in T-2 with the shotgun.”
Jensen laughed. “Oh, my god. You're a geek.”
“And? I just have a different mouse than I used to.” She shrugged. “But back to Dean, I think it would be good. Not to be bitchy, but Kripke has an appalling track record with minorities. They're all dead or evil. Or both. It'd be cool to see someone like me on television.”
“Someone who didn't hop out of the wheelchair the moment they call cut, you mean?”
She smiled a little bitterly. “Yeah. And who isn't going to win an Oscar for their “bravery,” in doing what I do every fucking day.”
Jensen nodded. “I can see that.”
“Plus, let's face it, it'll give you plenty of story to sink your teeth into, not to mention that Sam will have angst galore. I think it'd be cool. But, it's up to you. If you decide that you can't handle the grind, none of us are going to be there saying 'bitch, get off your ass.'”
Jensen laughed again. “Okay. I'll think about it.”
“Cool. And now, I gotta motor. Meeting my fiance for lunch,” she said, laughing.
Jensen watched her head down the street with a pang of envy. Somehow, he wasn't sure he'd ever be that comfortable.
The Fish house proved to be a nice stop for a late lunch, enjoying the view of people passing by. Fortunately, he never went far without his pain meds, so that wasn't a problem.
Afterwards, he did a loop around the park, speeding through straight aways and laughing himself sick when he lost control and had to bail out of the wheelchair just before landing in the Lost Lagoon.
By the time he managed to get the chair out of the water, the sun was setting, and he was soaked. He pulled the card Candi had given him for the paratransit cab and called.
Of course, just like any cab, that was another hour wait, and of course, with his luck, the rain was starting again. Not that it mattered, since his jeans were soaked through, but still, it sucked.
What sucked more? The flat tire his cab got about two miles from his house. Sure, he could have waited a little while for another cab, but it was two miles, for fuck's sake. He could handle it.
Except.
He hadn't been out without someone else driving. And he hadn't been paying all that much attention.
So, yeah, he got a little lost. And yeah, it was raining harder, the lighting crackling overhead. And it was a little cold, and maybe his lips were a little blue. And his cellphone was dead.
But still, by the time he pulled up to his gate, he was feeling a hell of a lot better than he had in weeks.
Then, he realized that he didn't have any keys.
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Date: 2008-05-10 12:59 pm (UTC)But it's good to see some life in the old boy.
And I totally love Candi's ideas for Dean!
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:40 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-10 01:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-10 01:45 pm (UTC)I like Candi, though in all honesty I can't think of that name without thinking of Highlander, where the hooker says "I'm Candy."
and the Kurgan answers "Of course you are."
So ignoring my geeky moment... Every part of this gets better and it was particularly nice to see Jensen relaxing a little in this part.
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:40 am (UTC)God, I loved that movie.
I'm glad you enjoyed! Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-10 01:48 pm (UTC)Of course, knowing you, you'll slam him back down into angstville, first. LOL Great chapter!
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:42 am (UTC)BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-12 11:41 am (UTC)*flutter eyelashes*
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Date: 2008-05-10 02:54 pm (UTC)What a day for Jensen! But at least he's starting to feel more human again.
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Date: 2008-05-10 04:38 pm (UTC)I loved Candi's ideas or Dean and now I'm curious as to how they would work it out.
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:45 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-10 04:49 pm (UTC)and ya gotta love jensen :)
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-10 05:21 pm (UTC)But he's such a dork for ending up outside his own gate. *facepalm*
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:46 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-10 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-10 07:58 pm (UTC)I had to laugh at the strangers being nice to him because I remember when I had surgery on my wrist. I've never had so many strangers talk to me before. And they'd say the most hilarious things! "Aren't you a brave little trooper?" Like I was a ten year old in pigtails or something. I've noticed people are either really nice to injured people, or complete assholes. For every decent person who made sure no doors slammed in my face, there was some jerk who would watch me hold a case of water bottles with one arm and my hip, and refuse to let me put the case down on the conveyer belt.
Oh and Jensen would be an awesome Richard III. It'd be interesting to see Richard in a wheelchair instead of with a huge fake hump. And Jensen is attractive enough to seduce Lady Anne even if he did murder her husband just moments beforehand. I'll admit it. I've continued to hypothetically cast Jensen in roles because once I started thinking of characters who could be played in a wheelchair, I couldn't stop. *g*
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:48 am (UTC)He would probably love that. And he could totally seduce her. *nod*
Thank you! You have no idea how much every comment from you makes me smile.
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:49 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-10 11:10 pm (UTC)Anxious to see what's next...
*hugs*
~C~
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-11 02:01 am (UTC)Strangers are ridiculously nice, to the point where they want to engage in conversation and hear about my philosophies on the trials of life when I'm at Target, looking like a hot mess and just trying to be anonymous while I grab a tube of toothpaste.
But I have noticed it's a little different for a 5' tall girl (me) and a 6' tall guy. I think it's inevitable that the world just views girls as more open to their gestures than guys, and they also tend to be more offended/hurt when a girl (again me) refuses their help.
I thought Candi was a tiny bit invasive since some people (I'm projecting here) don't feel an automatic kinship with other disabled people, but that's just a matter of difference in personality.
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Date: 2008-05-12 11:51 am (UTC)*grin* Thank you! I'm glad it continues to work for you! (y'know, considering that it's for you!)
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Date: 2008-05-13 05:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for the update.
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Date: 2008-05-28 07:22 pm (UTC)I absolutely love this! It's so angsty and shmoopy and "aww boys!" I love how realistic Jeff and Jensen's relationship is, to them nothing's happening but we can see the sparks. I also love how (again,) realistic you've written the accident and the fallout. Jensen's anger is very real and believable and (just cause, )BISOU! *loves* I can't wait for the rest, what's going to happen to poor Jen, stuck out in the rain!? Are Chris and Steve ever going to enter the story? *does the ChrisandSteve dance* *smishes boys*
This story is love! I adore your writing! (sorry for going fangirl on you!)
-Marvin