HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 2b
Warnings: This Chapter:None. Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Jared had told Caitlin that he would be at a site meeting when Mr. Ackles arrived. He had asked her to keep the elevator available and hand the keys over. It was the first time he’d requested this sort of favor, and he was nervous. He hadn’t met Ackles. The realtor had assured him that Jensen Ackles was quiet and respectful, with excellent references, but she also implied that he was handsome and a bit of a flirt. Jared didn’t want him to flirt with Caitlin.
His meeting was dragging on and Jared Padalecki, Architect, was only half listening while doodling on the side of his notes. His untidy brunette hair fell forward over his face, hiding the hint of impatience in his clear hazel eyes. His long legs cramped under the makeshift conference table and he stretched them but his head snapped upwards as he felt his steel toe-capped boots meet resistance and heard Steve, the Safety Officer, swear quietly, “Ouch. Jesus! Padalecki! Do we have to play footsie?”
Jared shifted uneasily in the uncomfortable chair and muttered an apology. The Site Manager, who was chairing the meeting, noted his discomfort and glanced at his watch before he called the meeting to a brief halt.
"So, has anyone got any queries for Mr. Padalecki?”
The only reply was from the bricklayers' foreman, “Just confirmation on that load-bearing wall.”
“Then I’ll leave everything with you guys, and head on over, take a look at that wall,” said Jared gratefully. “You can email the minutes to me. Call if you need anything.” With that the architect uncurled his 6’4” frame, rolled his drawings up, snapped a band noisily around them, and walked out of the room.
***
Caitlin waited until she heard the mover's truck roar down the street. There were faint noises as Mr. Ackles arranged his belongings. She couldn’t hear anyone else. She stepped cautiously from the cupboard she had hidden in, and seeing the lobby was clear, bolted for the elevator.
Closing the door of the apartment adjacent to Jensen’s, Caitlin breathed out in relief. She made for her kitchen. She would bake. It comforted her to bake and Jared liked when she baked
Caitlin was worried what Jay might say if he knew she didn’t give the keys directly to Mr. Ackles. She had waited for the truck to arrive and then unlocked the apartment door, leaving the keys, in an envelope, on the fireplace. She had unlocked the main lobby doors but hadn’t made it to the elevator when the first of the removal workers had entered. Caitlin had ducked into the storage cupboard and watched through a crack in the doorway. According to her clock, that had been 5 hours ago.
Caitlin thought that the question of the keys would probably not be asked if Jared didn’t have immediate opportunity. Jared was always busy, and tended to forget things, given a little time. Pausing for a moment, she silently re-opened her apartment door and placed a yucca plant to the right of it.
Continue to Part 3 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/1658.html
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Jared had told Caitlin that he would be at a site meeting when Mr. Ackles arrived. He had asked her to keep the elevator available and hand the keys over. It was the first time he’d requested this sort of favor, and he was nervous. He hadn’t met Ackles. The realtor had assured him that Jensen Ackles was quiet and respectful, with excellent references, but she also implied that he was handsome and a bit of a flirt. Jared didn’t want him to flirt with Caitlin.
His meeting was dragging on and Jared Padalecki, Architect, was only half listening while doodling on the side of his notes. His untidy brunette hair fell forward over his face, hiding the hint of impatience in his clear hazel eyes. His long legs cramped under the makeshift conference table and he stretched them but his head snapped upwards as he felt his steel toe-capped boots meet resistance and heard Steve, the Safety Officer, swear quietly, “Ouch. Jesus! Padalecki! Do we have to play footsie?”
Jared shifted uneasily in the uncomfortable chair and muttered an apology. The Site Manager, who was chairing the meeting, noted his discomfort and glanced at his watch before he called the meeting to a brief halt.
"So, has anyone got any queries for Mr. Padalecki?”
The only reply was from the bricklayers' foreman, “Just confirmation on that load-bearing wall.”
“Then I’ll leave everything with you guys, and head on over, take a look at that wall,” said Jared gratefully. “You can email the minutes to me. Call if you need anything.” With that the architect uncurled his 6’4” frame, rolled his drawings up, snapped a band noisily around them, and walked out of the room.
***
Caitlin waited until she heard the mover's truck roar down the street. There were faint noises as Mr. Ackles arranged his belongings. She couldn’t hear anyone else. She stepped cautiously from the cupboard she had hidden in, and seeing the lobby was clear, bolted for the elevator.
Closing the door of the apartment adjacent to Jensen’s, Caitlin breathed out in relief. She made for her kitchen. She would bake. It comforted her to bake and Jared liked when she baked
Caitlin was worried what Jay might say if he knew she didn’t give the keys directly to Mr. Ackles. She had waited for the truck to arrive and then unlocked the apartment door, leaving the keys, in an envelope, on the fireplace. She had unlocked the main lobby doors but hadn’t made it to the elevator when the first of the removal workers had entered. Caitlin had ducked into the storage cupboard and watched through a crack in the doorway. According to her clock, that had been 5 hours ago.
Caitlin thought that the question of the keys would probably not be asked if Jared didn’t have immediate opportunity. Jared was always busy, and tended to forget things, given a little time. Pausing for a moment, she silently re-opened her apartment door and placed a yucca plant to the right of it.
Continue to Part 3 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/1658.html