Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Weird Science, Part 2

[dragonspell]

Part 1 | Master Post | Art Post



The gyroscopes whirled uselessly over and over-but there seemed to be a pattern among them all. After a few hours, Jensen thought that he finally had it-some method to the madness as the case might be. They seemed to be going in time to something. And for some reason, Jensen had “It’s a Small World” stuck in his head. It had to be related.

Jared was tilting back in his chair, spinning slowly as he stared up at the ceiling. This was the most boring part of science-the waiting. Except, Jensen thought, at least the thrill of anticipation was humming away just below the surface. It was a double edged sword, giving him the strength to wait for the computer simulation to finish yet making it seem like it was lasting for eons. Lines of code continuously scrolled across Misha’s multitude of screens, propelled by the tetras of RAM Misha had at his disposal.

“Hey, Jen?”

“Hmm?” Jensen swung around to glance at Jared.

Jared ducked his head, looking unusually shy. “If this, uh…” He trailed off and Jensen raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for Jared to finish. “If this works…do you…uh…” Jared frowned and spun away. “Do you think it’s going to be enough to convince Strickland?”

Jensen stared at Jared’s back. For some reason, he thought that Jared had been about to say something else. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just curious,” Jared mumbled, leaning over his keyboard, clicking at the keys. Jensen blinked at him. There was no reason to touch the keyboard at the moment.

“Jared-”

“Working late, doctors?” Jensen whirled around to face the door as Strickland strolled in, a small smirk on his face. “I do hope you’re actually making progress.”

“Doctor Strickland,” Jared greeted, hesitating only a second before putting on a smile. It was one of the many things that Jensen liked about Jared: his ability to smile convincingly no matter what the states. At the moment, the best that Jensen could manage was baring his teeth-and he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t use those to sink into Strickland’s neck.

Strickland put one hand on his hip. “You’re both aware of your situation and I would hate to think that you were wasting resources on a last ditch effort. You are aware of your situation are you not?”

“Uh…”

“Yes we are,” Jensen cut in. “We’re actually very busy, too.” The computer simulation chirped cooperatively and Jensen turned to face it to scroll through the newest readout. The equations were holding true-some power fluctuations but nothing that couldn’t be accounted for. As Jensen skimmed the data, he couldn’t help but feel his heart lifting a little. This… This was promising.

“Oh, and what’s this?” Strickland leaned over Jensen’s shoulder. His eyes ran over the code and a small smirk grew on Jensen’s face the longer Strickland took. He was willing to bet the Jet Engine that Strickland didn’t have a clue what he was looking at. If he did, he’d be a lot more excited.

“It’s showing success, Doctor,” Jared said, sounding terribly young and earnest.

Strickland straightened, giving up on his attempt to decipher the data. “Yes. Yes, it is. Keep up the good work.”

“Oh, yes, sir. Very exciting,” Jensen said, his smirk growing. Strickland couldn’t say anything about the data because he’d have to admit he didn’t know what it meant.

Strickland smiled blandly back. “Just make sure it doesn’t take too long, Doctor Ackles. Time is money, you know. As lead researcher, you should know that. I covered it at the last interdepartmental meeting: experiments with results are the only thing that matter here. And, I’d hate for it to turn out like your last big attempt.”

Jensen clenched his teeth to stop from snarling and forced himself to nod while picturing himself attacking Strickland like an enraged Klingon.

“Sir,” Jared cut in, saving them both, “as you can see, this is very much viable. It is definitely within our reach. The benefits will be enormous.”

“Well, then. I will leave you two to your work and…” Strickland twirled his hand. “…all that.” He turned and exited the room.

As soon as the door closed, Jensen turned to face Jared’s worried eyes. “Everything’s fine in the simulation, right?” Jared asked and Jensen nodded. Even the intermediant wavelength was operating efficiently which one of the parts of the experiment that had always failed before. “Then we’ve got no choice, Jen.”

Jensen nodded again. Under normal circumstances, he’d insist on running the simulation multiple times, looking to account for any possible deviations but, unfortunately, that would take time that he and Jared just did not have. It was now or never and this was one dream that Jensen wasn’t willing to give up.

Jared looked at him expectantly. “Do we go through with it?”

Taking a deep breath, Jensen spun around to the monitor. The final choice was technically his, but that wasn’t true, was it? He had no choice at all. “We go through with it,” he said grimly. “Start up the reactor.”

Multiple windows opened on Jared’s monitors as Jared put in the new parameters and Jensen stood to head over to the reactor. He could activate the reactor from his computer but he just needed to feel it himself. The reactor pulsed brightly when he flipped the switch to remove the inhibiters and safeguards.

In a moment, Jared was standing beside him, his hand on Jensen’s shoulder and Jensen leaned into the touch.

The charge in the reactor steadily built, heading towards maximum entropy, and the computers beeped as each requirement was met, one by one. Though he wasn’t superstitious, Jensen found himself crossing his fingers, followed soon by his toes attempting the same thing. He wasn’t particularly religious, either, but he was praying to whatever supernatural creature might listening from a Christian God to Vishnu to the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Jensen had suffered many failures in his scientific life and he was okay with that but he just needed this one success. Just one.

Jensen’s heart raced faster and faster as the reactor continued to grow brighter and the power nodes sparked promisingly, preparing to materialize the beam. All the monitors were a continuous green light, no errors, no anomalies.

“We’ve got something,” Jared said quietly, pointing at the display that was reading the charge. “It’s measuring close to optimal levels…” He trailed off, excitement threading through his hushed tone.

For the first time, Jensen dared to hope. He stared at the monitor, watching the power readings go up and up and up and eventually off the charts, building up an astronomically high charge with little energy expended, and turned his head to look at the output. A purple line of pure light was suspended between the two nodes, wavering a little but growing stronger and pride welled up in Jensen’s heart. This was the closest that he and Jared had ever been. It was working! He was doing it!

Jensen’s breath came quick and fast and Jared gave his shoulder another squeeze before leaning to the side to check another monitor. Correction, he and Jared had done it.

“Everything looks-” Jared cut himself off, frowning at the screen. “…what the hell?”

“What?” Jensen asked. “What is it?”

“It’s…” Jared clicked at a few keys. “Probably nothing but… Damn.” He bent over the keyboard, entering in a long line of keystrokes.

“Jared, what’s going…” Jensen leaned around Jared to look at the monitor, catching sight of all the multiple warnings starting to crop up. “No…” The neutron interface was flashing a glaring red and the electro-seismic readings were edging past the green zone. “No, no, no!” Jensen dropped into a chair and pulled up the nearest keyboard, entering in code himself. The simulation had showed nothing like this! The purple wavelength faltered and began to writhe, minute vibrations breaking up its consistency.

This was why he should have run more before even attempting the experiment. Jensen cursed himself. He should have known.

“Jensen, the reactor’s running too hot-it’s exceeding containment!”

“What?” That shouldn’t be possible! They shouldn’t be using enough energy to overload the... “Activate the dampener,” Jensen said. He typed in more commands, trying to salvage the experiment. If he could just get the synthesis process back in line…
“I’m trying. It won’t respond!”

Fuck! Jensen abandoned all hope of having the experiment be successful. He slammed his fist against the desk and opened up another window. “Then use the killswitch.”

“But-”

“Do it!” If they didn’t kill the experiment, then, without containment, they weren’t just risking the experiment, they were risking the entire lab-and everyone in it. “Countdown on my mark. Five. Four-”

“Wait! Just…one…shit! All right, I’m ready.”

“Three, two, one!” Jensen pressed down the CTRL-ALT-DELETE and entered his code. It felt almost painful to do.

“Jen?”

Jensen stared at the data readout. That was impossible… The killswitch was refusing to engage! “One!” Jensen shouted, trying again. “One!”

“It’s not working!”

Jensen spun around to see the reactor over Jared’s shoulder glowing a sickly yellow that was quickly growing brighter and brighter by the second. Red lights flashed critical on the sensors, warning of an imminent meltdown, and fear clogged Jensen’s throat. Radiation was already starting to leak out of the containment field and bathe the room, coating them in the unearthly glow. “Jared!”

“I’m going to try something,” Jared shouted, typing a furious line of code.

There’s no time, Jensen thought. No time. In a matter of seconds, the reactor was going to go critical and then it was going to be all over-for them, for the lab, for half the city... Jared, standing right next to the reactor was going to be the first to go!

For once in his life, Jensen didn’t bother to think-he only reacted. His hand lashed out and latched onto the back of Jared’s chair, spinning him away from the bank of computers and across the lab. “Jensen!” Jensen dove for the reactor’s wires, tearing and pulling at the various codes, ripping them from their sockets. There was no way to control the reactor now-the only hope was to destroy the thing.

Sirens blared in Jensen’s ears, rattling his very bones.

The last thing he felt before the blackness took over was a sense of flying, moving away from the hot blast of the reactor and the sparking wires. Jensen assumed that he was dying, hit by a resulting explosion and now seeing if there was anything to all his mother’s praying. “Jensen!”



Consciousness returned slowly, with all the petty vengeance of a hang over the day after an all night party-the kind where you ended up nearly naked dancing on some table or waking up in the lap of some jock whose greatest goal in life is to get drunk, get laid, and maybe run after a ball now and then-in between hazing the very nerds he depends on for doing his term papers and loudly proclaiming that he’s not gay to all of his jock friends. Jensen griped his head and winced-and not just from a few highly embarrassing memories.

He felt like he’d been sucked into an imploding supernova and spit out of the resulting black star-squeezed and pressed down his base molecular structure and all the compounds refusing to join back together. What the hell happened?

“Jensen?”

Jensen groaned, rolling his head towards the timid voice, wondering why it sounded so worried.

“Jensen, are you alright?”

Reality came flooding into Jensen like a seismically induced tidal wave and he shot upward. Oh, God, the lab… Jared. Jensen swung his head around, looking for his partner and immediately regretted it as the pain in his head multiplied.

“Jensen, take it easy.” Jensen focused on the voice and forced the blurry world to sharpen into a recognizable rendering of the real world. Danneel’s concerned face finally came into focus. “Can you understand me? Help is on the way, Jen, but you have to lie still until they get here, okay?” Jensen peered at him, not quite understanding but knowing that she wanted his approval. He nodded slowly. Over her shoulder, he could make out the smoking remains of Misha’s multi-millionaire dollar reactor and his heart sank. He was so fired. If he lived through this-without any side effects like developing cancer or growing a tail-he was so fucking fired.
“J-” He wet his lips and tried again. “Jare-ed?” Danneel stared at him like she was trying to solve a difficult equation-probably trying to diagnose him through sight alone-and turned her head to the left.

“He’s over there,” she said quietly. “Talking with Strickland. Jensen, you’re the one who took most of the blast.”

Jensen turned to where she was looking and saw Jared, towering over Strickland, and looking so painfully earnest that Jensen’s heart clenched. This was all his fucking fault. He should have told Jared that they weren’t going to give into the pressure. Sure, the pressure had come from Strickland, but it had been Jensen who had given in to it. Sandy stood by Jared’s elbow, looking perfect, and Jensen glanced away.

“You saved him, Jensen.”

Jensen tried to shake his head but it pain stabbed through his skull. He didn’t save Jared. He was the one who put Jared in danger. Jensen didn’t even save himself-something had lifted him away from the blast zone. He remembered that much, at least.

“How’s he doing?” another voice asked and Jensen peeked up out of the corner of his eye to see Sandy bending down next to him. Resentment sparked through him; he knew it was unfair-Sandy was genuinely worried about him and Jared-but he couldn’t help himself. Fingers brushed against his shoulder but they hastily jerked away. “Ouch!”

Jensen blinked at her for a moment as she shook her hand, wondering if she’d somehow been stabbed with his envy but realized that that sounded silly. “Sorry,” he rasped. “Reactor.” He must have gotten a charge from the reactor during the blast and was now a walking static electricity receptacle.

“Right,” Sandy said, staring off at the charred remains of the equipment. “It’s a good thing that you stopped it when you did, though. It could have taken out the whole lab.” She smiled. “You’re a hero!” Her hand hovered over his shoulder again, wanting to touch but not wanting to risk it.

For a moment, Jensen caught Jared’s eyes but he looked away hurriedly, lowering his head. He wasn’t a hero.

He was a spineless, talentless hack.



It’s a rare disappointment that a bottle of whiskey won’t cure. Or, you know, three. Jensen blinked his eyes open as he slowly slipped into consciousness. He remembered quite clearly making his way through the first fifth of Jack. Beyond that, however… There was a slight ache above his left eye but the rest of him-and his stomach-was mercifully quiet. Not bad for the aftermath of one of the worst setbacks of his career.

Jensen smiled bitterly. He was probably going to get fired today. Strickland needed a reason to do so because of the employment contract but Jensen figured that nearly melting down the entire lab complex would be good enough. Not to mention that months of his and Jared’s research had been washed right down the proverbial drain. Melted in the reactor, to put it more aptly.

And he’d almost killed Jared doing it. Jensen threw an arm over his eyes. Jesus. He’d nearly killed Jared. True, Jared had been there right along beside him and it had been Jared’s corrections that had thrown the reactor in meltdown mode but Jensen was head researcher. He was supposed to be on top of things. Instead, he’d almost let the man that he’d been not-so-secretly crushing on for months now die-too distracted by Jared’s smile and charm to even look over the code like he should have.

It was all there in the math. Jensen knew it was. He’d have to find it; it’d drive him nuts if he didn’t. He’d probably turn into one of those crazy old professor types with the wild hair and the tweed jackets living in their messy third-rate lab muttering over their notes. Hell, he was most of the way there-just a tweed jacket and a few missed haircuts away.

Jensen sighed and sat up, scrubbing at his head. Laying in bed just thinking wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He glanced at the clock and pushed himself off the bed. If he got up now, he might even have time to stop at the coffee shop on his way in to the lab. It was 7:58.

Yawning, Jensen shuffled out to the kitchen. He knew better than to go to the bathroom first; Zelda was sitting beside her dish like usual and she deigned to let Jensen briefly pet her before he dumped in half a can. “Gonna be living on 9 Lives if I get fired, Zelda. No more Fancy Feast for you.” Zelda ignored him as Jensen eyed the label. “Gourmet Delights-you eat better than I do…”

He tossed the can in the trash and popped two pieces of toast into the toaster. If he was quick enough in the shower, he’d be out before they cooled. His cheap, plastic toaster always took awhile to get warmed up. It had to decide that it wanted to toast and not just smolder.

The water in shower sputtered to life and Jensen tested it with a hand as he fiddled with the dials. It was a bit temperamental and he always had to get it just so. His hand tingled and he frowned, turning the cold up just a little bit more. The tingling didn’t stop. He’d already stepped halfway into the shower before he realized the reason why.

Blue sparks were flying off his body, streaking across the shower and ricocheting off the ceramic tile. Jensen’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck?” he yelled, dancing back out of the tub. He tripped over the edge and landed in a sprawl on the floor, watching the lightning; die a quick death in the streaming water, the current carried down the drain. “Jesus Christ!”

More sparks were zipping up and down his wet body and Jensen shouted, scraping at them with both hands, trying to brush them away, to get the water off of him. What kind of crazy, whacked-out, science fiction shit was this?! Water caused electricity? He froze in horror when he realized that the current was coming from the liquid.

It was coming from him.

Jensen’s hands glowed blue, tiny bolts shooting off across the bathroom, bouncing off the tile and the counter and the walls. A tiny portion of the mirror cracked, giving under the pressure and, like it was a starting gun, Jensen scrambled upward and dashed out of the room.

His entire body felt as if it were electrified, his hair standing on end, his skin tingling. The carpet clung to his feet, crackling with energy. Jensen gripped his hair, pulling at it before he even realized what he was doing. “Jesus!” He yanked his hands away, bringing them down to stare. Blue bolts danced along his fingertips. He was…he was…

Going to fry alive!

Jensen stumbled into the living room. He knew how to put out electric fires but how the HELL was he supposed to remove the source of the electricity when it was himself?

Zelda hissed and arched on the counter, swiping a paw at him. He recoiled, wanting to get far away from her, afraid that the electricity might jump from him to her. On the far side of the kitchen, the toaster was a melted, blue sparking mess. “Oh my God…”

Electricity crackled around the edges of the room, weaving in and out of electrical outlets. Light bulbs popped, circuits blew, and the TV blipped on with a high pitched whine. In the corner, Jensen’s old CB radio, the one that had been dead for years, hissed back to life. Jensen dashed for the relative safety of the hallway.

The current followed him, closing in around him in the more confined space and Jensen sank to the floor, staring at the wildly dancing sparks. He flattened his hands to the floor-he needed a fucking ground or something-Jesus, this was fucked-up! How was-he would never-how could he-

Jensen’s thoughts ran in circles around and around in his head and, almost like it was imitating them, the electric current began to do the same, circling above Jensen’s head.

Wait. Almost like it was imitating them? Jensen swallowed hard. It really shouldn’t be possible, but, then again, none of this really should be possible. He closed his eyes and forced his racing thoughts to quiet, still them in mid-circular logic. Something inside of him smoothed out, metaphorical rough edges being sanded away and something akin to calm despite the terrified thump of his heart settled over him. Jensen dared to open his eyes again.

The electricity was gone. Jensen swung his head from side to side, checking out every corner of the hall, looking for traces of blue sparks but all he saw was the stark white of the drywall. ...Where did it-

A bolt of blue lanced across his vision, sparking in mid-air before disappearing. “Holy shit!” Jensen swore as an answering shock jolted through him. What the Hell was-another spark arced.

Jensen shoved himself to his feet. Panic skittered through him, echoed by the blue current dancing along his fingertips and Jensen was torn between terror and scientific curiosity: on one hand, this was not humanly possible and Jensen should probably be dead. On the other, though...was he controlling it?

Another spark flashed through the air in front of Jensen, shooting upward when he glanced toward the ceiling to check for more. Excitement gripped his throat and more electricity crackled along the wall in response.

Fascinating. Jensen held up his hand and watched-made-sparks arc over his palm. He smiled as they formed a ball, hovering perfectly between his fingers, and juggled it back and forth.

“Jared’s going to freak,” Jensen whispered to himself. He walked back to his bedroom as he experimented, seeing what else he could do with the current. Now that he had calmed down, it seemed as if it were completely in his control. He tapped his hand against the metal doorknob to check the conductivity and even stuck his fingers back under running water-nothing but when he wanted it to happen. “I’m a fucking superhero...”

Jensen glanced over at the clock, wondering how much more time he had to explore before having to go into the office. The clock still read 7:58. He stared for a moment, wondering. Hadn’t it been 7:58 when he’d first gotten up?

“Shit!” Reality slammed into cold and hard: his new found superpowers must have stopped the clock earlier this morning. Strickland was going to kill him. If Jensen hadn’t been fired before, he sure was now! He lunged to the left, ripping open a drawer and grabbing the first pair of pants that weren’t jeans, yanking them on as he stumbled to the closet and grabbed a shirt.

He was still buttoning it when he ran out the front door.

A few seconds later, he dashed back into the apartment and grabbed a still startled Zelda, tucking her under an arm and careening down the stairwell, jumping four whole steps to make it over Big George.






The lobby doors swooshed open in front of Jensen. Zelda was attached to his shirt by her claws and showing no signs of letting go anytime soon. Jensen ignored the slight pinpricks of pain and held her just far enough away from him that her claws curled around his shirt and not, say, his skin. He dashed for the elevators, hoping to slip past Strickland and any of Strickland’s multitude of corporate spies. The lobby clock told him that he was twenty-five minutes late.

“Oh, Doctor Ackles!” A tall, leggy blonde waved at Jensen and trotted towards him but Jensen darted into a waiting elevator and jammed the button to close the doors. “Congrat-”

Jensen panted, trying to catch his breath, leaning against the stainless steel of the elevator. “Did you know that squids are not overly appreciative of-” Jensen jumped and spun around, realizing that he was not alone. “Are you alright?” Misha asked, looking vaguely concerned. “If you’re going to pass out, I suppose we can make a stop at floor five for some oxygen. Actually, let’s do that anyway. You can always use some good oxygen. And they have that wonderful herbal tea that I can’t seem to find anywhere.”

“Doctor Col-Misha!” Jensen tried to discretely check his heartrate. Sparks were zipping over his skin and he frowned, hiding his hands behind his back. Zelda growled as she finally dropped to the ground. “H-How, how...” Jensen couldn’t decide which ‘how’ he wanted to ask-the generic ‘how are you,’ the logical ‘how is the reactor,’ or the more immediate ‘how the Hell did you get in here without me noticing?’

“Hmm? Oh, that. It went as well as could be expected, I suppose. There were TonTon sympathizers in the crowd and you know there’s just no talking to them.” Misha shook his head sadly and Jensen stared at him. He had no idea what Misha was talking about. “Poor misguided-anyway! Onward and upward, right? And Danneel was a lovely assistant. By the way, Jensen, I do think that congratulations are in order.”

For nearly blowing up the lab? “What?”

“Your experiment last night.” Misha was now looking at Jensen like Jensen was the crazy one. “It was a success, wasn’t it?”

“What are you talking about? I ruined the reactor!”

Misha waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, that. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made. And it’s never been right since that time that Doctor Cooper tried to build that time machine... I think it was just waiting to explode.” Misha scratched his head, pushing back the small tiara that Jensen hadn’t noticed before. “Really, I think it works better now-it can double as a couch! Plus, the low-powered, constant charge that its been building will revolutionize the world-”

“The what?” Jensen gripped the stabilizing bar behind him, wondering just when he’d entered the Twilight Zone and if he was ever going to see home again.

“Well, you did mean to produce an alternative to the current alkaline battery, yes?” Misha tilted his head. “Didn’t you get the memo?”

“What memo? Alternative?”

“You should really read the memo,” Misha said. He leaned in close, invading Jensen’s personal bubble, and Jensen flattened himself against the wall. “I quit this morning.”

“What-why?”

Misha blinked. “Why, because you just invented the first self-sustaining battery and I perfected it. Plus, I really think it’s time to move into my top secret bunker over at 113 Meredith Avenue, don’t you?”

“Isn’t that...the old Kripke and Gamble Labs?” They’d gone out of business shortly after Strickland had moved into the area.

Misha’s eyes widened. “You know about it? It’s supposed to be secret.”

“It’s not a secret if-self-sustaining battery?”

“Hmm. Well, I guess that solves one dilemma,” Misha muttered to himself. “Though I will have to work on that Chameleon Drive. Maybe I can make it look like a telephone booth. ...Though people might be tempted to try and use it...” Still standing in Jensen’s space, Misha reached into his bag and pulled out his modified tablet. The attached hand poked at Jensen until Jensen shoved it away. “Note to self: included ‘out of order’ sign.” The hand gave a thumbs-up and Misha dropped the tablet back into the bag. “Well, since you already know where it is, I won’t have to brief you. Which is too bad, I mean, I have the conference room and everything-I even have my own general. He doesn’t do much-retired you know-but if I let him fish in the built-in pond and let him put his feet up on the table from time to time, he’s happy to assist.” Misha handed Jensen a small business card and Jensen stared at it, confused.

TARDIS Labs
Location: Earth (currently)

“...What’s this?” Jensen asked. “Doctor Who?”

“Who?” Misha asked, tilting his head. “That’s your new job opportunity. Theoretical Applications and Radical Deviations Institute of Science Labs. I’m thinking about relocating on the moon. What do you think?”

“Isn’t that...a long commute?”

Misha snapped his fingers. “You’re right! Obviously, I should look into transporters first.” The elevator dinged and Misha wandered off, muttering to himself.

“Well that was weird,” Jensen said to Zelda, pressing the ‘B’ button again. He flipped the card over, looking at the logo on the back before pocketing it. Apparently, when Strickland fired him later on, at least Jensen had somewhere to go. Even if it might eventually be located on the moon.

A self-sustaining battery, though? How? And he’d done it? Jensen held up his hands, watching the sparks dance from one to the other. However it had happened, he seemed to be the prototype. He released a small charge against the wall, watching it quickly dissipate and shook his head. The whole world was turning upside down this morning. That blast must have taken him all the way into Bizzaro World.

“Jensen!” Large hands wrapped around Jensen’s collar and dragged him out of the elevator. Jensen gripped the solid arms that they were attached to and looked up at Jared. “I need to show you something!” Jared hauled him down the hallway to the lounge and slammed the door while Jensen tried not to think about just how many fantasies that he’d had over the years that had started this exact way. Electricity crackled for a brief moment before Jensen thought it out of existence.

Maybe he was in Bizzaro World, Jensen thought, and maybe this was going to led somewhere interesting…

“Okay, so don’t freak out,” Jared said, pushing Jensen into chair. And that was supposed to be Jensen’s line. “Remember last night? When, well, we blew up the reactor? I…think it…did something.” Jared’s eyebrows drew together as he sank down in the chair next to Jensen’s. Jensen stared at him and a few sparks slipped from Jensen’s fingers to zip down the leg of the chair.

Jared must have gotten hit, too! Jensen thought. And he was about to confess that he had killed his TV or something during the freak out. Or maybe he had grown another head somewhere. Personally, Jensen thought, the head thing was kind of cool, but he’d rather have the electricity. “Please don’t freak out,” Jared repeated and Jensen opened his mouth to confess the whole morning.

That was before he saw the cup hovering in midair. His mouth closed with a snap and he covered it with a hand. Holy…

Jared alternated between staring at the glass in deep concentration and shooting Jensen concerned looks. “Please don’t freak. Please don’t freak. Please don’t freak.” The cup floated back down to the table and sat down like it hadn’t been just hovering in front of them. “I have no idea why or what happened. It just…started. I mean, it’s cool-really cool, but scary, you know?”

A smile spread behind Jensen’s hand. He and Jared were fucking superheroes, it was confirmed. And Jared could levitate things with his mind. “That’s-”

“Please don’t freak out, Jen. You’re the only one I’ve told-”

“I’m not going to freak out,” Jensen said, dropping his hand. “I mean, that’s awesome, Jared. That’s really, really fucking awesome.” Electrical current zipped up and down Jensen’s arm. Jared was going to love it. “I have something to show you too-”

Before he could confess his own secret, Jared cut in. “There’s something else I have to show you. Last night, I did a lot of thinking-you know, in between levitating everything in the apartment and…” He leaned over and kissed Jensen-a small, quick, nervous peck that made Jensen’s body light up faster than any spark. In fact-“Wow,” Jared said drawing away and shaking himself, a hand to his mouth. “I’ve heard of sparks flying but I’m tingling.”

“Sorry,” Jensen said quickly, flushing. He hadn't meant to shock to Jared but he hadn't been able to control himself. “I-”

“I’ve got to try that again,” Jared muttered and kissed Jensen again. There was no way around it, Jensen thought. Either he was in Bizarro World or he had never woken up this morning and was having the most messed-up but awesome dream ever and it was going to suck when he had to go back to the real world. Jared’s hands closed around Jensen’s shoulders and held him still while Jared’s tongue made an exploratory swipe. He tasted sweet and a little sour and Jensen thought it had to be the gummy worms. When Jared pulled away again, Jensen tried to follow him. “I’m sorry, Jensen. I just needed to know how that felt.” Jensen blinked his eyes open as he tried to transition between ‘kissing Jared’ and ‘talking.’ “I know you’re not interested but I thought I lost you yesterday and-”

“Not interested?” Jensen repeated, confused. Jared really wasn’t making any sense. Jensen would much rather go back to kissing.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been all but throwing myself at you for over a year and you-”

“I thought you were straight?” Jared had dated Sandy who, last time Jensen had checked, was very much a girl.

“Bi,” Jared said and stole another kiss. “Okay, now you can punch me or something but, damn, Jen, you almost DIED yesterday and I nearly lost you and I didn’t know what I was going to do because here I was pining after you, putting you up on this unreachable pedestal in my head and when I saw you lying there, on the floor, I just thought-”

“God, shut up,” Jensen muttered, grabbing a hold of Jared's head with both hands and cutting him off with a kiss. If this was a dream, he didn't want it to end, and if this was Bizarro World, then he was never leaving. He plunged his tongue into Jared's mouth, wondering if he could figure out the taste of gummy worms without ever having eaten one--just from tasting Jared. Somehow, Jensen didn't think that gummy worms would ever be able to stand up against the taste of Jared.

Jared's large hands wrapped around Jensen's shirt again, but this time it was to haul him upward and send him sprawling over the table as Jared climbed on top of him. The cup that Jared had been levitating earlier crashed to floor and Jensen pushed himself to look at it. He suddenly remembered that, Bizarro World or not, they were making out in a laboratory lounge that had no locks on the doors and a floor secretary that barely respected personal boundaries as it was. Unable to reach Jensen's mouth, Jared kissed down Jensen's neck, nipping and sucking as he worked his way to Jensen's shoulder. Jensen moaned and pushed at Jared.

Grudgingly, Jared allowed a tiny amount of space between them. Breathing hard, he stared down at Jensen. "What? What is it? Are we moving too fast? Because I can slow down. I can." He looked like he rather slit his wrists with a styrofoam cup.

"What? No, we're just..."

"I don't want to go too fast."

Jensen shook his head. He didn't want to go too fast, either--he wanted to enjoy this. His eyes raked down Jared's body, trying to picture what was underneath the labcoat and plaid. "I don't either."

"Oh good," Jared said and dropped his head back down to bite at Jensen's neck again.

Jensen sucked in a harsh breath as shivers raced down his spine. He pushed at Jared again. "Jared..."

"What? Too fast?" Jared swallowed and dropped his head against Jensen's shoulder. "Sorry. This rate of speed is confusing me. Could we just...figure out where we're going and when we want to get there? 'Cause I need a time frame..."

"Solve for r?" Jensen asked, bemused. Jared's shoulders dropped and Jensen was distracted for half a second trying to map them. "Well..." Solving for r sounded like a great idea. "I think where we should be going is your place and when we want to get there is as soon as possible." He swallowed. Was that too forward? That sounded too forward. Jensen didn't have enough experience with things like this. It had never really bothered him before now...

"I'm okay with that," Jared said and Jensen found himself hovering above the table as Jared hauled him upward a little too enthusiastically. He clutched at Jared's shirt instinctively. It was unsettling, but there was no way around it: Jared's power was fucking cool.

"Uh...you're going to have to put me down, Jay."

"What? Oh, right. Sorry." Jared flushed a little and Jensen felt solid ground under his feet again. He swayed and steadied himself against Jared's rock solid chest. Dear God. He needed to find out what was underneath all that plaid that Jared insisted on wearing. "Didn't you say you had something to show me?" Jared asked and Jensen stared at him as if he'd grown another head.

"Oh, that," he said, remembering. "I can show you later."






Jared's apartment was approximately eleven minutes from the lab: the number one reason why it currently trumped Jensen's. Jensen's back collided with Jared's door as Jared shoved him against it, their mouths firmly locked together. "Mmm!" Jensen muttered, clutching Jared's hair. They were both hovering about two inches off the ground and someone was going to notice if Jared didn't hurry and get them inside.

"Got it!" Jared panted and opened the door so they could stumble inside, Zelda meowing as she shot past them. The door slammed behind them as Jared pushed Jensen toward the back of the apartment and tugged at Jensen's clothes, still kissing him. Jensen's shoulder slammed into a corner but he didn't care--he was too concerned with trying to help Jared achieve his goal of being vertical and naked.

A few stumbles later and Jensen was bouncing on the bed, looking up at Jared who was yanking his undershirt over his head. "Yeah..." Jensen murmured, sitting up to reach for Jared's belt. The buckle gave way under Jensen's fingers and Jensen couldn't stop himself from diving inside for a quick grope. Jared froze, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. Jensen squeezed and he was laid out flat, crushed underneath Jared's solid weight as Jared toppled him over. Jared's hips were pumping instinctively, rubbing against Jensen's thigh and Jensen thought that, for the first time since he was fifteen, he was about to come in his pants.

"Jesus!" Jared shouted, jerking to the side. "What the Hell was that?" He shook himself.

Jensen's eyes darted around the room, looking for whatever it was that Jared was talking about. "What's what?"

Jared glanced down Jensen's body. "I just got...zapped."

"Oh. Sorry." Jensen winced. He'd completely forgotten.

"Do you build up static electricity or something?" Jared asked.

"Something like that..." Jensen muttered and held up his hand, letting a few sparks dance around his fingers. "You've got your freaky radioactive powers and I've got mine." He shrugged apologetically. "I was going to tell you." He'd just...forgotten. In between all the kissing and shoving onto tables that had been going on.

"You're a human dynamo..." Jared ground against Jensen as he kissed him again. "Shock me."

"What?"

"Shock me, Jensen." Jared placed Jensen's hand against the bare skin of his leg. "Not, like, a lot but..." Jensen released a small charge against Jared's skin and Jared writhed, grinding. "Yeah."

Jensen licked his lips. "You like that?"

"Yeah," Jared breathed and shuddered as Jensen let more current tingle through his nerves. His hands raked down Jensen's sides and gripped Jensen's hips, his thumbs digging in. "God, Jensen..." He bit into Jensen's shoulder and then licked in apology. His tongue slipped along Jensen's skin, across his chest to lave a nipple.

Jensen bucked upward, moaning. Jared's cock was rubbing against his inner thigh and it was driving him mad. "I need you to... Need you to..."

Panting, Jared kicked off his jeans. Jensen shivered as Jared's bare skin rubbed against him and wiggled to shove down his own pants. He spread his legs back around Jared, his knees pressing on Jared's sides. The headboard clattered against the wall as Jared surged forward, driving his hips against Jensen's. "Yeah..." Jensen felt himself float upward, suspended in mid-air as Jared breathed hard in his ear. The rest of the room was floating up around them--the pillows, the alarm clock, the nightstand. With them hovering in mid-air, nothing was stopping Jared's hands from wandering wherever they wanted. Fingers dug into the muscle of Jensen's back, scraping downward until they reached his ass, gripping and squeezing.

Jensen released another small jolt, sending sparks skittering over Jared's body and making him shudder. "Fuck..." Jared whispered, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. A firm hand gripped Jensen's dick, stroking it hard and fast and Jensen bit his lip to try and maintain his focus. He build up a constant charge and pressed it against Jared's thighs. Jared groaned and writhed as something hot and wet splashed over Jensen's stomach.

They hit the bed as Jared's concentration shattered, bouncing on the mattress, and Jared buried his face against Jensen's neck as he shuddered through his orgasm. His hand was still working Jensen's dick, tightening even more. Jensen gasped as he came, sucking in air, unable to get enough. His heart thumped in his chest, pounding so hard, he thought that it was about to explode just like the reactor. Jared was hot and heavy above him, pressing him into the mattress, grounding him.

Electricity crackled through the room, popping lightbulbs and sending the clock racing through time. "Whoa!" Jared said, trying to shield his eyes from the intense blue light.

Jensen winced. “Sorry…”

“Sorry?” Jared asked. “What are you apologizing for? That’s awesome.”

“Dude.” Jensen stared up at Jared. “I just killed your lamp.”

Jared shrugged. “So I’ll get a new one.” He grinned. “And you’ll learn not to fry everything in the apartment when you come.”

Jensen blinked. “I will?”

“Oh yeah. Because I plan on making you come as much as humanly possible. I’m sure you’ll have time to work on it.”

Jensen smiled and closed his eyes. “Well, in that case, I’m sure I’ll get it down.” He apparently was going to have a lot of time to practice and Jensen was nothing if not a very fast learner. He walked his fingers over Jared’s bare skin again, tickling him with a small amount of current and Jared hummed as he rolled over onto his side.

“Hey, do you think if we overload the reactor again, we’ll get even more powers?”

Jensen blinked. “There’s a better chance we’ll wind up dead,” he said. “And you’re telekinetic--what else could you want?”

Jared laughed. “Super strength? X-ray vision?”

“So Superman,” Jensen said, rolling his eyes.

“Kind of.” Jared’s hand slid over Jensen’s hip. “Except, you know, instead of using them for the betterment of mankind, I was really just thinking about using them to slam you up against a wall and see what you look like underneath your clothes.”

Jensen’s brow furled. “I’m already naked and you’re telekinetic.” He had to admit, though, Jared was probably onto something with the whole wall thing. He eyed Jared’s wall appraisingly. The idea had potential.

“Oh, right,” Jared replied and grazed his hand over Jensen’s spent dick. Jensen’s body spasmed, an aftershock rolling through him, and he batted Jared away. “So…how long do we have until we can, you know, try the whole wall thing?” Jensen amped up the current and gave Jared a quick shock. “Ow!” Jared flopped back against the bed, rubbing his leg. “Okay, so later.”

A plastic bag rustled and Jensen looked over to see gummy worms hovering just above Jared’s stomach. “Really?” Jensen asked.

“What?” Jared asked, shoving one into his mouth. “You want one?” The bag swung over to Jensen and Jensen stared at the mass of red and white candy. He shrugged and popped one into his mouth.

It tasted not a little like Jared-just as Jensen as thought it would. A smile pulled at Jensen’s mouth. “What?” Jared leaned over him as he chewed. “What?”

“Nothing,” Jensen said and yanked Jared down to kiss him. They started to float again but Jensen barely noticed, just wrapped himself around Jared and let himself go. His life was a little weird, but at the same time, it was just about perfect.

Somewhere in the other room, music switched on and Jared broke away to stare. “Is that my iPod?”

Jensen laughed. “Zelda’s just making herself at home,” he said and dragged Jared back to him. Weird but perfect.






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