What I Wouldn't Give
Title: What I Wouldn't Give
Part Three
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,177
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Warnings: Angst like whoa
Notes: As always, rating most likely to change further into the fic.
Beta: Read and beta'd by the wonderful lycaness. You guys have her to thank for the lack of a lot of mistakes. However I did write on more of it after she sent it back, so the mistakes are either mine, or if you want you can blame Kira, I always do.
Summary: After a fight, Jensen and Jared split. Jensen begins to realize that maybe Jared was right, and tries to fix the mistakes of the past. Will it be too late to save their relationship?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| |Part 3| | Part 4|
Jared stumbles into the cold apartment after being going for over two weeks. Even though he never expected it before they fought, this time he expected to see Jensen waiting for him. Maybe with one of the smiles that used to be only reserved for Jared, back before Jensen became obsessed with work.
But the only thing that meets him is a room void of anything to do with Jensen and him. He had taken the pictures down before he left, had placed everything from the rooms that reminded him of Jensen in a closet so he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the love he lost.
Wanting to hurt himself, he makes his way to the closet. He opens it slowly, as if expecting a rattle snake to bite him, and soon finds the things he placed in boxes, gone. Instead there is just a vacant spot on the floor where the box had rested. Shutting the door, he goes to the bedroom and first notices that Jensen’s guitar is missing. Jared had refused to move it, not wanting to accidentally knock it out of tune, because it would be hard to tell when Jensen would get the time to tune it again.
After checking and finding half the closet and dresser cleaned out of clothes, he walks into the bathroom. There’s no second tooth brush, no contact case, no hair gel, and no expensive apple blossom shampoo in the shower. That’s when it hits Jared, Jensen’s really gone.
Making his way to the living room, Jared grabs Jensen’s pillow as he walks by the bed, not even noticing that his is gone. He kicks off his shoes, letting them land wherever, not caring anymore about putting them up (not being messy had been Jensen’s hang up, not his), and lies down on the couch. He hugs the pillow to his chest, and exhaustingly falls asleep.
Two hours later, Jared wakes from his fitful sleep by pounding on his door. Getting up sluggishly, he moves toward the annoying noise and opens the door. Standing before him is Chad holding a leash that leads to a Rottweiler and Shepard mix puppy. “Roxy!” he breathes out, smiling honestly for the first time in a long time. The puppy breaks away from Chad and puts her front paws up on Jared, panting and smiling, waiting to get petted.
“Your dog eats too much,” Chad complains, “And she thinks she can sleep on my bed.”
“Tell him, girl,” Jared baby talks to the pup, “You’re just used to being spoiled. It’s not your fault you’re so adorable.”
“I still say it’s not a Rott,” Chad tells him looking at the pup, “It has a tail, Rott’s don’t have tails.”
“That’s the Shepard in her,” Jared informs him, dropping to the floor and playing with the fluffy mass of a puppy.
“Hey, what’s this?” Chad asks, picking up a key from the side table beside the door, and handing it to Jared.
“It’s Jensen’s key,” Jared miserably says, staring at the key, going from ecstatic to regret like he was bi-polar. He idly pets Roxy’s head, gazing at the key in his hand, not able to keep from wondering what Jensen was doing.
Chad picks the key up from Jared’s open palm, slipping it into his jeans pocket, “You need to stop this man. It’s killing you,” he says shaking his head.
“Give me the key back,” Jared demands, staring up at Chad from the floor.
“No,” he replies, “You’re just going to obsess over it, I’ll give it back when you start to cheer up.”
Jensen has been placing calls all morning. Every client he calls, he informs them he won’t be able to keep their appointments due to personal reasons and recommends another photographer to take the pictures that he was going to do. He gives them all the best and most talented photographers, and thanks them when they tell him they hope whatever is wrong, gets settled soon.
“So, going out of business boss?” Sandy asks dropping down into a chair and throwing her right leg over the arm while she chews on a straw from the soda cup she got on her lunch break.
“No, Sandy,” he replies, “I just can’t work. I have no inspiration and the couch is destroying my back,” he mumbles thinking about how soft his bed was.
“Woe is Jensen,” she snidely retorts, finding it hard to feel sorry for him, after all it was his fault he was sleeping on a couch in his studio.
“Not funny, McCoy,” he replies, glaring at her.
“Wasn’t trying to be, but just think about it this way,” she says pausing for dramatic effect, “Jared’s been feeling like that for a while now.”
Jensen begins tapping a pencil on the desk he sits at, reorganizing the words he wants to say in his head, “Sandy,” he says slowly, “I can find a new assistant, one who won’t keep reminding me of my failures.”
“Fine, I’ll leave you be,” she says holding her hands out in front of her in a motion for a truce.
“Call Chris and see if he’s home for me,” he yells out loud enough so that Sandy can hear him before he drops his voice so he’s the only witness, “Maybe I’ll get a bed to sleep on, and a real meal to eat tonight,” he sadly says to the empty room, wishing for all the meals he canceled on with Jared. He picks up his phone and continues calling to cancel on his clients. He just hopes when this is all over, he’ll still have clients.
Jared walks into Sophia’s office at the end of the day. He drops down on the orange chair, wondering how many eyes have bled from staring at it, and groans.
“What is it, Jay?” she asks coming up to sit at the edge of her desk.
“I just don’t want to go home,” he replies, not looking at her.
“Then call Jensen, I’ll call Mike and Tom, and we can all go out for drinks,” she suggests, only to freak a little when Jared starts openly crying, ducking his head and trying to calm himself down. “What’s wrong, Jay?” she quickly asks, as she situates herself on the arm of the chair to comfort Jared, and that’s how Sophia Bush finds out about the terrible break up.
Later that night, standing in front of the stove, and stirring noodles so they don’t stick, Jared stops and stares at the food he’s cooking. He’s forgotten that it’s just him that’ll be eating. He went from cooking for Jensen and him to cooking for Megan and him. He hasn’t yet remembered it’s just him eating now. So now he has more spaghetti and meatballs than he can eat, and he really hates it after it’s cooled down.
With a sigh he turns to Roxy, “Looks like you’re eating people food tonight,” he tells the pup, wishing for the thousandth time today that he still had Jensen.
Part Three
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,177
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Warnings: Angst like whoa
Notes: As always, rating most likely to change further into the fic.
Beta: Read and beta'd by the wonderful lycaness. You guys have her to thank for the lack of a lot of mistakes. However I did write on more of it after she sent it back, so the mistakes are either mine, or if you want you can blame Kira, I always do.
Summary: After a fight, Jensen and Jared split. Jensen begins to realize that maybe Jared was right, and tries to fix the mistakes of the past. Will it be too late to save their relationship?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| | Part 2| |Part 3| | Part 4|
Jared stumbles into the cold apartment after being going for over two weeks. Even though he never expected it before they fought, this time he expected to see Jensen waiting for him. Maybe with one of the smiles that used to be only reserved for Jared, back before Jensen became obsessed with work.
But the only thing that meets him is a room void of anything to do with Jensen and him. He had taken the pictures down before he left, had placed everything from the rooms that reminded him of Jensen in a closet so he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the love he lost.
Wanting to hurt himself, he makes his way to the closet. He opens it slowly, as if expecting a rattle snake to bite him, and soon finds the things he placed in boxes, gone. Instead there is just a vacant spot on the floor where the box had rested. Shutting the door, he goes to the bedroom and first notices that Jensen’s guitar is missing. Jared had refused to move it, not wanting to accidentally knock it out of tune, because it would be hard to tell when Jensen would get the time to tune it again.
After checking and finding half the closet and dresser cleaned out of clothes, he walks into the bathroom. There’s no second tooth brush, no contact case, no hair gel, and no expensive apple blossom shampoo in the shower. That’s when it hits Jared, Jensen’s really gone.
Making his way to the living room, Jared grabs Jensen’s pillow as he walks by the bed, not even noticing that his is gone. He kicks off his shoes, letting them land wherever, not caring anymore about putting them up (not being messy had been Jensen’s hang up, not his), and lies down on the couch. He hugs the pillow to his chest, and exhaustingly falls asleep.
Two hours later, Jared wakes from his fitful sleep by pounding on his door. Getting up sluggishly, he moves toward the annoying noise and opens the door. Standing before him is Chad holding a leash that leads to a Rottweiler and Shepard mix puppy. “Roxy!” he breathes out, smiling honestly for the first time in a long time. The puppy breaks away from Chad and puts her front paws up on Jared, panting and smiling, waiting to get petted.
“Your dog eats too much,” Chad complains, “And she thinks she can sleep on my bed.”
“Tell him, girl,” Jared baby talks to the pup, “You’re just used to being spoiled. It’s not your fault you’re so adorable.”
“I still say it’s not a Rott,” Chad tells him looking at the pup, “It has a tail, Rott’s don’t have tails.”
“That’s the Shepard in her,” Jared informs him, dropping to the floor and playing with the fluffy mass of a puppy.
“Hey, what’s this?” Chad asks, picking up a key from the side table beside the door, and handing it to Jared.
“It’s Jensen’s key,” Jared miserably says, staring at the key, going from ecstatic to regret like he was bi-polar. He idly pets Roxy’s head, gazing at the key in his hand, not able to keep from wondering what Jensen was doing.
Chad picks the key up from Jared’s open palm, slipping it into his jeans pocket, “You need to stop this man. It’s killing you,” he says shaking his head.
“Give me the key back,” Jared demands, staring up at Chad from the floor.
“No,” he replies, “You’re just going to obsess over it, I’ll give it back when you start to cheer up.”
Jensen has been placing calls all morning. Every client he calls, he informs them he won’t be able to keep their appointments due to personal reasons and recommends another photographer to take the pictures that he was going to do. He gives them all the best and most talented photographers, and thanks them when they tell him they hope whatever is wrong, gets settled soon.
“So, going out of business boss?” Sandy asks dropping down into a chair and throwing her right leg over the arm while she chews on a straw from the soda cup she got on her lunch break.
“No, Sandy,” he replies, “I just can’t work. I have no inspiration and the couch is destroying my back,” he mumbles thinking about how soft his bed was.
“Woe is Jensen,” she snidely retorts, finding it hard to feel sorry for him, after all it was his fault he was sleeping on a couch in his studio.
“Not funny, McCoy,” he replies, glaring at her.
“Wasn’t trying to be, but just think about it this way,” she says pausing for dramatic effect, “Jared’s been feeling like that for a while now.”
Jensen begins tapping a pencil on the desk he sits at, reorganizing the words he wants to say in his head, “Sandy,” he says slowly, “I can find a new assistant, one who won’t keep reminding me of my failures.”
“Fine, I’ll leave you be,” she says holding her hands out in front of her in a motion for a truce.
“Call Chris and see if he’s home for me,” he yells out loud enough so that Sandy can hear him before he drops his voice so he’s the only witness, “Maybe I’ll get a bed to sleep on, and a real meal to eat tonight,” he sadly says to the empty room, wishing for all the meals he canceled on with Jared. He picks up his phone and continues calling to cancel on his clients. He just hopes when this is all over, he’ll still have clients.
Jared walks into Sophia’s office at the end of the day. He drops down on the orange chair, wondering how many eyes have bled from staring at it, and groans.
“What is it, Jay?” she asks coming up to sit at the edge of her desk.
“I just don’t want to go home,” he replies, not looking at her.
“Then call Jensen, I’ll call Mike and Tom, and we can all go out for drinks,” she suggests, only to freak a little when Jared starts openly crying, ducking his head and trying to calm himself down. “What’s wrong, Jay?” she quickly asks, as she situates herself on the arm of the chair to comfort Jared, and that’s how Sophia Bush finds out about the terrible break up.
Later that night, standing in front of the stove, and stirring noodles so they don’t stick, Jared stops and stares at the food he’s cooking. He’s forgotten that it’s just him that’ll be eating. He went from cooking for Jensen and him to cooking for Megan and him. He hasn’t yet remembered it’s just him eating now. So now he has more spaghetti and meatballs than he can eat, and he really hates it after it’s cooled down.
With a sigh he turns to Roxy, “Looks like you’re eating people food tonight,” he tells the pup, wishing for the thousandth time today that he still had Jensen.