What I Wouldn't Give
Title: What I Wouldn't Give
Part Four
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,250
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| | Part 5|
Jared’s at a local bar with Chad, mainly because he’s the only friend of his that’s not Jensen’s also. Not that he wouldn’t mind being surrounded by Sandy, Sophia, Mike, and Tom, but he doesn’t want to make them choose between Jensen and himself, and no matter what he tells them, he knows they will still assume they have to take sides. So, it’s just easier to spend his free time with Chad.
“Come on, Tim’s a good guy,” Chad tries to convince Jared for the third time in ten minutes.
“Chad, I just…” he tells his friend, dropping his eyes to the table, “don’t want to be in a relationship.”
“Jare,” Chad says softly, looking at his friend with sadness. “It’s been over a month, you need to get over him.”
“And I will,” Jared tells him looking in his eyes, “but when I want to. It’s not helping that you’re pushing me at your friends.”
Chad sits for a few minutes not saying a word, watching as Jared drains his beer. “So, Tim?” he asks once more.
“Chad…” Jared replies in a warning tone of voice.
“Come on, man. You spend all your time at work, with me, or in an empty apartment…” Chad begins until Jared cuts him off.
“That’s not true, Roxy’s at home,” Jared tells him, pouting.
“Roxy is a dog,” Chad reasons. “Just give Tim a try,” he pleads with Jared.
“Fine, Chad, if it’ll get you off my case…” Jared interrupts, “then call him.”
Chad excuses himself from the table, and Jared watches him make his way to the door. He wonders if he’s doing the right thing.
Ten minutes later, Chad returns to the table, “Tomorrow, nine in the evening,” he tells Jared as he sits down. “Tim, Shelly, you and me,” he finishes as he waves the waitress over and orders another beer.
“Mind telling me where?” Jared asks after figuring out Chad was going to leave out the little detail.
“Oh, here,” Chad answers as he thanks the waitress and tips her.
“Here?” Jared asks, shaking his head. “What if Jensen’s here tomorrow?” He couldn’t do that, couldn’t gloat in front of the man he still cares about.
“Jared,” Chad sighs. “He didn’t care enough to keep you guys together; I highly doubt he would care if he saw you with another guy.”
Jared sighs as he pushes his bottle around for something to do. “I guess,” he sadly replies.
Mike walks in during a shoot and sits down in an overstuffed chair. He watches Jensen do his magic, and can kind of understand why he likes it so much. Having to catch the right light, the right motion, and making sure all angles are perfect, would feel exhilarating.
“What’s up, Mike?” Jensen calls out, still snapping shots.
“Haven’t heard from you in a while, thought I’d stop by. Sophia said Sandy told her you were taking a break, so what’s with the backdrop, model, and camera?” he asks, smiling at how easy they can still talk.
“Just started back a couple days ago,” Jensen replies, never taking his view from the camera. “Been staying with Chris, I needed the break. So again, what’s up?” This time he tells the model he’s finished, and turns around to look at his friend.
“Mom’s coming into town, she told me I had to pick you up for dinner tonight,” Mike tells him, shrugging like it was about to slip his mind.
“You’re mom doesn’t know me that well,” Jensen replies laughing.
“Okay, fine, she said I wasn’t allowed to invite Tom, or any and I quote ‘easy girls you like to date’. So, seeing as you’re not Tom, or an easy girl, you can come suffer with me,” Mike says smiling; nodding his head like it’s a great idea.
“Sorry, no can do Mike,” Jensen says as he begins to break down the scene he just shot.
“Need I remind you all the favors you owe me?” he asks, standing up and helping Jensen put away props.
“Not really, no,” Jensen says softly, knowing most of those favors were to help him cancel on Jared. “When do you need me?” he asks instead.
“As soon as you’re finished here we can go to pick her up at the airport.”
Jensen just groans, but picks up his pace at putting things away. He’s sure it’s not a good idea to keep Mike’s mother waiting, the woman’s been known to throw a great right hook.
An hour later, Jensen’s sitting in Mike’s apartment, talking to Mike’s mother, and for a minute, it’s like nothing bad happen. It was like he still had a home, that he still had Jared, and that if he wanted to he could curl up with Jared on the couch. Moments like that don’t last long enough.
“So how’s your boyfriend doing?” Mike’s mom asks, winking at Jensen.
“Well, um,” he stutters looking for a good answer.
“They’re kinda not together anymore, ma,” Mike told his mom, mouthing that he’s sorry to Jensen.
“What did you do to that nice man?” she questions, staring at Jensen.
“Why does it have to be my fault?” he bafflingly asks her.
“I’ve met him,” she replies to Jensen. “He couldn’t hurt a fly. He’s the most caring man I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah, I didn’t see that until it was too late,” he whispers, staring at his hands, ashamed for what he did to Jared.
Mike’s mom watches Jensen, seeing how much he’s hurting and with a sigh she moves to pat him on the shoulder, offering comfort. “How about we all go out tomorrow,” she asks, smiling. “On Mike.”
Jensen smiles a little. “How could I turn Mike down?” he asks looking over where Mike stands. “It’s a date.”
At eight thirty the next night Mike’s mom is leading Jensen and Mike into Alimento’s, a small Mexican restaurant that Jensen and all his friends love. The restaurant is directly in front of three bars, and Mike jokes about getting drinks after dinner, but decides to stop when he gets death glares from his mom.
It takes fifteen minutes, but eventually the three are seated in a booth by the window and are placing their orders. “So how’s work, Jensen?” Mike’s mother asks after the waiter leaves their table.
“It’s going well; I have a shoot for Sport’s Illustrated next month. I’ll get to spend a few days at the beach,” he says smiling, at ease for the first time in forever.
“Too bad,” Mike’s mother says, shaking her head and smiling. When Jensen gives her a questioning look, she continues, “All the pretty girls hitting on you, not knowing you don’t swing that way.” At this Mike and Jensen both burst out laughing. Jensen doesn’t think he’s ever had a mother figure come out and say something like that, yet if it was going to be anyone’s mom it would definitely have to be Mikes. They act so much alike it’s scary.
Their laughter doesn’t calm down until the food comes. Then they all dig in with minimal conversation; each enjoying the food too much to comment on any thing.
Jensen looks up, going to say something to Mike, but spares a glance out the window. The next thing Mike and his mother knows, Jensen’s dropping his fork and telling them he forgot something that he really needs to get done. Neither has time to question him as he breaks for the door.
Part Four
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,250
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| | Part 5|
Jared’s at a local bar with Chad, mainly because he’s the only friend of his that’s not Jensen’s also. Not that he wouldn’t mind being surrounded by Sandy, Sophia, Mike, and Tom, but he doesn’t want to make them choose between Jensen and himself, and no matter what he tells them, he knows they will still assume they have to take sides. So, it’s just easier to spend his free time with Chad.
“Come on, Tim’s a good guy,” Chad tries to convince Jared for the third time in ten minutes.
“Chad, I just…” he tells his friend, dropping his eyes to the table, “don’t want to be in a relationship.”
“Jare,” Chad says softly, looking at his friend with sadness. “It’s been over a month, you need to get over him.”
“And I will,” Jared tells him looking in his eyes, “but when I want to. It’s not helping that you’re pushing me at your friends.”
Chad sits for a few minutes not saying a word, watching as Jared drains his beer. “So, Tim?” he asks once more.
“Chad…” Jared replies in a warning tone of voice.
“Come on, man. You spend all your time at work, with me, or in an empty apartment…” Chad begins until Jared cuts him off.
“That’s not true, Roxy’s at home,” Jared tells him, pouting.
“Roxy is a dog,” Chad reasons. “Just give Tim a try,” he pleads with Jared.
“Fine, Chad, if it’ll get you off my case…” Jared interrupts, “then call him.”
Chad excuses himself from the table, and Jared watches him make his way to the door. He wonders if he’s doing the right thing.
Ten minutes later, Chad returns to the table, “Tomorrow, nine in the evening,” he tells Jared as he sits down. “Tim, Shelly, you and me,” he finishes as he waves the waitress over and orders another beer.
“Mind telling me where?” Jared asks after figuring out Chad was going to leave out the little detail.
“Oh, here,” Chad answers as he thanks the waitress and tips her.
“Here?” Jared asks, shaking his head. “What if Jensen’s here tomorrow?” He couldn’t do that, couldn’t gloat in front of the man he still cares about.
“Jared,” Chad sighs. “He didn’t care enough to keep you guys together; I highly doubt he would care if he saw you with another guy.”
Jared sighs as he pushes his bottle around for something to do. “I guess,” he sadly replies.
Mike walks in during a shoot and sits down in an overstuffed chair. He watches Jensen do his magic, and can kind of understand why he likes it so much. Having to catch the right light, the right motion, and making sure all angles are perfect, would feel exhilarating.
“What’s up, Mike?” Jensen calls out, still snapping shots.
“Haven’t heard from you in a while, thought I’d stop by. Sophia said Sandy told her you were taking a break, so what’s with the backdrop, model, and camera?” he asks, smiling at how easy they can still talk.
“Just started back a couple days ago,” Jensen replies, never taking his view from the camera. “Been staying with Chris, I needed the break. So again, what’s up?” This time he tells the model he’s finished, and turns around to look at his friend.
“Mom’s coming into town, she told me I had to pick you up for dinner tonight,” Mike tells him, shrugging like it was about to slip his mind.
“You’re mom doesn’t know me that well,” Jensen replies laughing.
“Okay, fine, she said I wasn’t allowed to invite Tom, or any and I quote ‘easy girls you like to date’. So, seeing as you’re not Tom, or an easy girl, you can come suffer with me,” Mike says smiling; nodding his head like it’s a great idea.
“Sorry, no can do Mike,” Jensen says as he begins to break down the scene he just shot.
“Need I remind you all the favors you owe me?” he asks, standing up and helping Jensen put away props.
“Not really, no,” Jensen says softly, knowing most of those favors were to help him cancel on Jared. “When do you need me?” he asks instead.
“As soon as you’re finished here we can go to pick her up at the airport.”
Jensen just groans, but picks up his pace at putting things away. He’s sure it’s not a good idea to keep Mike’s mother waiting, the woman’s been known to throw a great right hook.
An hour later, Jensen’s sitting in Mike’s apartment, talking to Mike’s mother, and for a minute, it’s like nothing bad happen. It was like he still had a home, that he still had Jared, and that if he wanted to he could curl up with Jared on the couch. Moments like that don’t last long enough.
“So how’s your boyfriend doing?” Mike’s mom asks, winking at Jensen.
“Well, um,” he stutters looking for a good answer.
“They’re kinda not together anymore, ma,” Mike told his mom, mouthing that he’s sorry to Jensen.
“What did you do to that nice man?” she questions, staring at Jensen.
“Why does it have to be my fault?” he bafflingly asks her.
“I’ve met him,” she replies to Jensen. “He couldn’t hurt a fly. He’s the most caring man I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah, I didn’t see that until it was too late,” he whispers, staring at his hands, ashamed for what he did to Jared.
Mike’s mom watches Jensen, seeing how much he’s hurting and with a sigh she moves to pat him on the shoulder, offering comfort. “How about we all go out tomorrow,” she asks, smiling. “On Mike.”
Jensen smiles a little. “How could I turn Mike down?” he asks looking over where Mike stands. “It’s a date.”
At eight thirty the next night Mike’s mom is leading Jensen and Mike into Alimento’s, a small Mexican restaurant that Jensen and all his friends love. The restaurant is directly in front of three bars, and Mike jokes about getting drinks after dinner, but decides to stop when he gets death glares from his mom.
It takes fifteen minutes, but eventually the three are seated in a booth by the window and are placing their orders. “So how’s work, Jensen?” Mike’s mother asks after the waiter leaves their table.
“It’s going well; I have a shoot for Sport’s Illustrated next month. I’ll get to spend a few days at the beach,” he says smiling, at ease for the first time in forever.
“Too bad,” Mike’s mother says, shaking her head and smiling. When Jensen gives her a questioning look, she continues, “All the pretty girls hitting on you, not knowing you don’t swing that way.” At this Mike and Jensen both burst out laughing. Jensen doesn’t think he’s ever had a mother figure come out and say something like that, yet if it was going to be anyone’s mom it would definitely have to be Mikes. They act so much alike it’s scary.
Their laughter doesn’t calm down until the food comes. Then they all dig in with minimal conversation; each enjoying the food too much to comment on any thing.
Jensen looks up, going to say something to Mike, but spares a glance out the window. The next thing Mike and his mother knows, Jensen’s dropping his fork and telling them he forgot something that he really needs to get done. Neither has time to question him as he breaks for the door.