Fic - Jensen/Jared - When Things Come Crashing Down chapter 3/14
Title : When Things Come Crashing Down chapter 3/14
Author : angels3 aka Angela
Beta : munimula - I played with it after she sent it back so any mistakes are mine mine mine.
Word Count : 1145
Pairing : Jensen/Jared (very soon)
Supporting Characters : Eric, Kim, Sera, Mike, Tom, Chris, Steve, Chad
Disclaimers : They don't belong to me because if they did.............................
Warnings : RPS M/M sex (soon). A sadly awful knowledge of geography. This chapter is PG13
other chapters will carry a NC17 for sex.
Summary : The guys are back off Christmas hiatus and on their way to a location shoot when
things go horribly wrong.
This chapter is a little short. I swear the next one will be much longer and start getting into the relationship issues
Chapters - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14
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Jared's relief at finding Jensen alive quickly turned into desperation. He was starting to fully realize just how screwed they were. He had been scared to move Jensen but he needed to know just how badly his friend was hurt.
He crawled in beside Jensen trying to determine the best way to move him when he encountered an even bigger problem. Jensen's foot was pinned under the twisted metal of one of the seats in front of him. It took Jared almost two hours to find a toolbox in the crushed cockpit and unbolt the seat enough to work Jensen's foot out.
Jared had managed to find a couple of blankets and had wrapped them around Jensen to try to and keep him as warm as he could. He carried on a one sided conversation the entire time, talking to the other man as he worked to free his foot. His fingers grew numb and his wrist throbbed but he refused to give up until he could get Jensen out of the seat and assess any other injuries.
Jensen hadn't made a sound, not even a moan the whole time Jared was checking him to see if there was any more damage, and it was scaring the ever loving shit out of Jared. Other than the head trauma and busted ankle, he only found various bruises and minor cuts. They needed to be cleaned but they could hold off for just a little while.
He was torn with the need to stay with his friend and the need to find anything that would help them survive till help showed up. He finally made his way back to the back section of the plane, praying there would be something there that would help.
He found the padding that they used for cushioning falls during stunts and a couple of wooden slats that he had no idea what they were used for but figured they may come in handy. One of the crates held some of their wardrobe and a small locker style box held a whole host of junk which looked interesting. Jared almost passed out when he found the knife box that held all the real knives not the stunt ones.
He pried off the side to one of the crates and used it to pile all his finds on, then he had to figure out how to pull damn thing, because he was doing this in one trip. He had already been away from Jensen longer than he was comfrotable and he wasn't going to be leaving his friend alone again anytime soon.
There weren't any ropes but there were moving straps and if that wasn't enough he figured he could use the seat belts, using one of the knives he sliced through what he needed, working until he had a fairly efficient harness to use. Once everything was in order he snugged the strapes across his shoulders and made his way back to his friend.
Jared's head was keeping time with the throbbing in his wrist and he didn't know how much longer it was going to be before he threw up, but Jensen needed him, so his own aches and pains were just going to have to wait, damn it. He hadn't even realized just how tense he had been while he had been gone until he saw his friend laying right where he had left him. Jensen's color had improved from blue/gray to just plain gray but Jared was happy with any sign of improvement at this point.
Jared separated the items into piles trying to organize what he had to work with. Once he had things where he wanted them he started assembling a makeshift stretcher. He took the crate side and laid the padding out on it followed by a layer of clothes. He moved Jensen as gently as he could but let's face it, six foot something of dead weight wouldn't be easy for anyone to move much less someone with a bummed up wrist.
He tore some of the lightweight shirts into strips and, using a couple of pieces of scrap metal, tried to immobilize Jensen's ankle as much as possible not wanting to damage it any more than it already was. Jared decided he would scour the cockpit once he had rested just a little. He crawled onto the stretcher and using the remaining clothes and the blankets, bundled them both up before he drifted into sleep, unable to keep his eyes open any longer.
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Jared startled awake, his mind shying away from the nightmare he had been having. He continued to lay there, eyes closed going through the events of the last few hours and assessing his own condition. His headache was almost completely gone and the pain in his wrist had mellowed to a dull throb.
Sometime during his nap he had shifted and now found himself plastered to Jensen's side, nose buried in the crook of his neck, arm slung around Jen's waist. If he hadn't been so warm he might have been just a little worried by how right that felt, but wrote it off as bodies seeking warmth and relief that his best friend was alive and relatively well next to him. The hard on, that was nothing but needing to pee, really.
Jared stepped outside to take care of that problem when he heard his name being called, and almost broke his neck when he tried to turn around and run back into the plane with his pants around his knees. That would have been great, survive the plane crash only to die while trying to take a leak.... Yes, that was, all he'd been doing, damn it!
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Jensen had been having one of the best dreams he'd ever had. He was wrapped in strong arms, he felt safe and content. When he tried to bury himself deeper in the feeling his body protested, loudly, every bruise and cut flairing to life with one purpose in mind, to remind him just how much he hated........ wait, just what was it that he hated? This certainly didn't feel like a stunt gone wrong. This felt more Evel Knievel's guide for what not to do when performing death-defying acts of stupidity. What the hell had happened?
In the next heartbeat it all came crashing back, the plane, yelling for Jared, the crash and then nothing. Jensen couldn't even comprehend his situation. All he knew was when he opened his eyes and looked around, he didn't see Jared. He refused to believe that his karma was bad enough that the one person that never deserved anything bad to happen to him hadn't survived. Then he was doing the only thing he knew to d,o he was calling Jared's name, praying and begging every known deity that his best friend was okay.